It was past the moral time of leaving the station, but there she was sitting with some gathered files, eyes sighted deep into every word. It was just like every night, papers all over the desk, like a puzzle she was trying to solve, bricking each piece so that she draw a full picture. Every night she was at the hunt of someone and the lines, these files, her weapons. It was just a reflection to all the nights, she had sat many after day hours on this desk.
By the virtue she saw the figure approaching towards the station with utmost possible clarity. Her office was situated past all the cubicles and straight across and opposite to the main entrance. Except where she occupied herself with task of her mirage, the station was in dark. And with his dark figure in the shadows of night, approaching, created an uneasiness in her mind. His walk was calm and well measured, with one of his hands in the trousers pockets he kept closing down towards the mains. Just before approaching the doors he stood still at a distance of few steps, unbuttoned his blazer and moved his hands towards the inner of his coat.
Klara suspecting the man's approach for the weapon she immediately moved towards hers. She was smart and present enough to switch the lights off. Keeping her eyes stuck towards the stagnant man, who could have paced up his task any minute, and caring about the sounds she stood up and moved off the table. Armed, she stood there in the complete dark, anticipating the man's move, but to the surprise and sate of Klara it was never a gun he intended on, it was a cigarette, a cigarette which he lighted now with such serene as if he was in middle of a park on the stand still planet. Inhaling once he continued toward the door. Klara was thrown in the state of nostalgia and pipe dreams .... A cigarette at the edge of the mouth, both the hands in pockets of his trousers, face bent towards the core and the way, the way he walked, Klara more than just knew who this might be. The feels of reverie and hope had burked her fear.
Before any elucidation among the thoughts, the situation and the anticipations he handled opened the door switched on the lights beside and looked up directly towards Klara, as if he all along knew where she was. The room was again luminous but it wasn't just the lights, and for klara it was never the lights, it was the man who stood right in front of her at the head of her guns barrel. It wasn't just the man for her, he was the answer to all her inquests and all the files and papers she had wrapped herself with, she had dug up in all these years.
Lowering down the gun, standing with the weeping mirth she absorbed the sight, because, it was him, it was Roman Knight.
