Henry's day had been normal so far. Same 'ole stuff was happening at the office. He did his tasks like the busy bee working on the honeycomb for the good of the rest of the colony. Even though he did one thing over and over, copying papers, he still enjoyed his job. Because it was architechture and that's what he loves. Ever since Henry was a kid he liked it. Going to the Parade of Homes with his mom was fun. He loved to go into the big houses with the ceilings that were way above his head. His mom had always loved architechture herself and encouraged Henry to follow this dream. Architechture was what kept him home when he decided that Christainity wasn't important to him and his parents had seperated themselves from him. And architechture was what brought him to Dogan and meet Anne.

Lunch break had finally come and Henry was gone to see Anne. Henry left through the front doors and stood in front of the building that he would undoubtibly spend the rest of his life working at. The city sidewalk was filling up with people that, like him, were also going to lunch. Anne would be leaving for lunch also and be expecting Henry to be sitting in the diner where they always sat, in the back.

A tall man with tight, black pants and a tight, black shirt ran through the road. Not running between the cars and taxis, but through them. The man was yelling something that Henry couldn't quite comprehend. Henry stood at the edge of the sidewalk and watched the man run luniticly through the road and cars. 'He can't be running through those cars. Can't be.'

The people behind him at the crosswalk started to push him forward. He walked forward without letting the man escape his view. 'What an odd thing. It looks like he is.' When he and the crowd of people were halfway across the street, the strange man turned around. His black hair that was laying on his shoulders swung up and around his face. He stared at Henry for only a moment then looked away and finished crossing on the same side of the street as Henry.

Henry quickly looked away himself. 'He didn't look at me and everythings just fucking peachy.' Henry was becoming very tense about this strange man. Henry looked up and saw the man's face again. The man's face had an enormas grin like he had found something he was looking for, something that he wanted so dearly. And his skin was so tanned, almost burnt looking, it as if he had reached into the sky and touched the sun.

Henry gave one last glance at the man, he was making sure the peculiur man was gone. He wasn't though. He was coming towards Henry and at a jogging pace. Henry started walking to the diner, he was sure he'd be safe there. If anything happened they would call the police The man was gaining fast, he easily sliding through cars like he was walking through water.

The man stepped right in front nose-to-nose with Henry. Henry stopped and lurched backwards bumping into a woman that was rather masculane looking, "Watch where you're going asshole!" Henry just stood there faceing the man. From the new point of view he could see that the man's face was very smooth with out a crack. And his eyes, 'their black! His eyes are black!'

"Hello Henry Eavens, how are you?" The man smiled with joy radianting from him. His eyes were beginning to tear. Henry was confused. How did this man know his name? Why is he so happy to see Henry? Did the man really walk through those cars?

"Do I know you Sir?"

"No, but I know you and there is something very important I have to tell you."

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?" Henry sounded more confused and scared then confidant in himself. People walked past Henry wondering who he was talking to and why he just stood there in the middle of the sidewalk.