Chapter 10

• Third person’s POV
• Dark clouds engulfed the sky, its atmosphere, eery, as if signifying of something coming, something formidable. He sat there in his car, which was parked two houses away, not to cause any alert to the neighbours, watching. How he found himself there, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because he couldn’t get any work done for the day. It had been going on for the past few weeks, with him being the early bird in his office, only to lay around idle, daydreaming, about the woman, who turned him down, squashing his ego in the process. Just a glimpse of her and I would be fine, he convinced himself, even though it had been hours, with no sight of her. I mean it was in the crack of dawn. The house was pitch black, which was not unusual. Like we said, it was at the crack of dawn. Regardless, he couldn’t help but feel as if something was amiss. The tug at his couldn’t go unnoticed, it kept pushing at him, to go check if she was alright.
• ‘She is asleep’ He assured himself, even though something at the back of his mind was telling him that was not the case. He had been here, watching, for hours, yet nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Chastising himself for acting and feeling like a little woozy, he ignited the car’s engine, ready to veer off to his place, but suddenly stopped. The lights were on! It was no longer pitch black! ‘Maybe she is heading for the bathroom?’ He tried talking himself out of what he was about to do, but still, and just as he was about to get off his car, the front door budged open, and out of it, came out the woman who had been living on his mind rent free, for the past months or so. Except this time, she was not in her head, walking carelessly on the busy London streets, or thinking of ways on how to get out of the club, this time, she resembled a Ferral, meeting her humans for the first time ever, anxious and scared! Before he could get to her, he watched as the short stubby woman scurried off the streets with only a duffle bag on her back, without a glance back. Something bad had happened. Something very bad. The distant roars of thunder acting as the background track, to this rather weary and strange situation.