As she walked outside, and down her porch steps, she thought about the man. She didn't really remember what he looked like anymore. She remembered he was tall, and was wearing a suit with a matching bowler hat, but not much else. She couldn't think of any other features of the man. He had a briefcase, she remembered that. But what else? He was bald underneath his hat, because he took it off when he greeted her mother. He also had a scar on his forehead. Ferkala was now in the park, and could see where the garden was in her dream. As she walked towards there, she felt a tap on her back. When she turned around, she saw the man. Neither of them spoke. They stared at each other and waited for the other to speak. He smiled at her, but she found the smile frightening, for he didn't look happy. The man looked scared, and he started to walk away as she was going to question his sadness. Even his walk looked sad. Ferkala decided she would visit him tomorrow, and hopefully talk to him this time. She dreamt about him again. This time he was walking away, and she couldn't keep up with him, no matter how fast she walked. If she ran, he ran faster, and at the end of the dream, he disappeared again.
