Taylor was walking down the street, covered by a large black umbrella. She noticed a boy, and he seemed like he was lost, and he was soaking wet."Hey, do you need any help getting around here?"She asked kindly as she passed him.
Toby stared blankly at her. "Uhhh… I-I think I'm good." He said. His paranoia was kicking in. Trust nobody. You don't know who could be bad. I feel like I can tru-no. "Um, actually do you know where…" darn it brain, don't fail me now. "Nevermind. Thanks though." He said quietly & continued to walk away. She must think I'm a crazy homeless drug addict. Well, at least one part of that is right. Don't say that.
