Extra Donum

"Dammit" Lucas thought as he furiously stormed out of his apartment and down Poplar Avenue. "Just damn it all." He had returned from cleaning up the set of "The Producers" to see an eviction noticed tacked to his door. "That good for nothing landlord, I bet he can't even count..." With the mild success of the show, he now had money, but it was too late. He hardly had any possessions in the apartment, so he didn't care about being kicked out, other than having nowhere to go.

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets as a cold gust of wind blew past him. The early March weather was never his favorite, always warm in the day, but very cold in the evening. As the sun sank and the colors faded, he wandered into Sherwood Park, heading towards the lake, trying to clear his mind.

He shuffled his feet now, feeling less rage and more depression, "I suppose I can sleep in the Theatre..." he thought. Suddenly he heard cries for help, though he could not tell from where. Following that was the sound of rapid footfalls, someone was running. Towards him! "Please God, just don't let me get mugged, let him kill me, but don't let me get mugged." Just as he finished this thought someone collided with him, sending his body and the other hurdling to the ground. He smacked his head on the slightly damp pavement that ran through the park. While his vision blurred he heard the shuffling of a man in a hurry collecting things off the ground, then rapid footfalls again, getting up in time to see a man sprinting away. "Hey!" Lucas shouted, "what the hell?"

He quickly connected the dots, the man who slammed into him was probably the one running away from the cries for help. He could've stopped the criminal, but he was too slow to react.

In the twilight, he wasn't sure, but he thought that the man might have been Devon Tresp, a DJ for WTF. He been standing in line in front of Lucas at the coffee shop a few days ago, and Lucas instantly knew who he was when he spoke with a British accent. In those passing moments when the man was running away, Lucas could've sworn that it was Tresp rapidly fleeing the scene.

Lucas got up and brushed himself off, quickly patting around his face to feel for any cuts while searching his mouth for broken teeth with his tongue. A small welt was on his forehead, but he was otherwise okay. He continued his walk, now slightly shaken up, to the lake, where he sat on a bench and stared blankly at the water. Watching it move like fabric over a bed of soft breezes.