As he stepped around the corner, Seth noticed a figure of a small boy infront of his home's doors. He was incredibly confused, as no one in his home was younger than him, and he didn't know anyone of that figure. When he took a small step closer, he froze. Seth heard a voice coming from the silhouette, and it sounded scarily familiar. Then he remembered.
"Seth."
"Monty?" His voice was shaky and hands joined. The iPhone in his grip fell and shattered, glass wasn't a good pair with concrete.
"You haven't been answering my messages."
"What?"
"You haven't been answering my messages." The voice repeated, keeping the same tone and didn't move an inch. "You're capable of replying to Charlie, or Owen, or Ozzie in sleepers. You can even reply to me in sleepers. But you cannot answer a simple message when it comes to our dms. Why? Why, Seth? Because right now I think you're being a wimp. A pathetic wimp. You need to face me and talk so we can resolve our problems."
"Problems?" The shaky voice replied.
"Don't play dumb, Seth! God, you're ridiculous."
"I'm sorry."
It went silent for a moment. Seth took a deep breath and the silhouette stayed still. Then an arm rose and dug through a pocket. Out of the pocket came a small thing, it wasn't too big but not to small, details not being able to be made out and it could remind anyone of a weapon of some sort, perhaps a firearm, with the shape of it but by now it was incapable of making out what it truly was. His mind panicked, heart beat and stomach screamed as the butterflies flapped around inside. Everything felt strange, he felt dizzy, Seth wanted to go inside and go to sleep, until-
A flash.
The figure chuckled and held out the object. A phone. With a picture now on view. It was seth from those few seconds ago, with tears running down his face.
Seth wiped the tears, realising the firearm was infact a Nokia, and his tired mind was playing tricks plus overreacting. He took a deep breath and sighed. "Come on, let's go on a walk."
Monty nodded and followed.
Glass remained on the floor, unmoving and with a green, black red and blue light came nothing, except the sounds of footsteps drifting away.
