It was a foggy cold night. This man, the only one one this street. He's waiting for the bus. He was going home where everyone is wearing black. He whispers to himself this can't be happening. There's no way. Finally after the thrid bus comes he gets in and sits down quitely. He's waiting patienctly for the bus to go. He's hearing whispers. He can't quite hear them, but he knows whats it about. He gets out of the bus, and starts walkign. He stops in the middle of the road and falls down to the ground crying. It's all fun and games untill somehting bad happens. He finally gets home. Seeing family and friends dress up in black. Everyone greets him like they havent seen him in forever. He started walking up the stairs into a room. He sat their crying.