My college job where I met some of these great people. My relationship; an ugly but entirely too delayed finish. My years in a place I'd come to love.
I walk lightly yet in that quiet even my shoes scraping against the pavement sounded enough to wake a small city. I sighed as I arrived at the sad, trickling little waterway and leaned over the concrete bannister blocking it from the road.
"Take this," came a voice. It was just behind my left shoulder. A gloved hand held a strip of paper toward me, perfectly still.
I wasn't startled in the regular sense of the word. I didn't expect this person and they'd made no sound, but they came as no surprise. Before taking the paper, I studied the newcomer. The memory is obscured now, though I can recall that then it was so clear, more real than everything else.
I looked at what I now held as the person disappeared down the lonely road. It read:
TNM 14 hours and 32 minutes.
Aug 1 5 8 10 10 11 11 11 14 16 27
Sept 2 3 4 4 9 10 12 12 15 24
I followed it, and arrived here.