On a good day, only very little escaped the former policeman's notice. But this was neither good nor daytime, and his mind was too weighed down by unpleasant or plain painful memories. Or, as the case was on this particular night, what haunted him most were all the things he couldn't remember.

His wife's face, the scent of her hair... Her voice, calm and warm like sunshine.

'No, not the boy! Leave him, leave him alone!'

He walked on, shoulders and back as stiff as a pair of boards crossed one over the other, aimless and quite happily so for a good long while. He's quiet, keeping his eyes on the ground ahead as if trying to keep the rest of this so-called world out of his scope.

But the thing about walking around without a clear destination in mind is it's terribly easy to lose your way, and despite Cain's years in the force and all the training that led to them, it was only a matter of time before he too would falter and lose his way.

The head lifted from its unseeing scrutiny of the ground, the figure partially illuminated by a street lamp. His eyes were blue, scanning the area for something, any kind of landmark to tell him where exactly he were.

Then, with a sigh, he turned on his heel and walked back the way he came.