[ Weary feet had taken him wandering once again–the destination was unknown to himself. Makoto needed to get out, out, out because the poisons in people’s words were beginning to affect himself. Fortunately, the air was fresh, for once, and he took in gulp after gulp of oxygen, relishing the moment. A slight figure caught his attention; they were nearer than he would have liked. He took another deep, deep breath. They didn’t have to know about him. He could start anew. ]

“Um…hello. Sorry if I…startled you or anything.”