The end of Robert's day was as slow as any part of any day. However; the end of this particular day was unusually slow. He planned to walk down to Casa de Waffle and have his usual meal, then perhaps "walk" around the block and a half that he referred to as his home town. And he did just that. He ate his waffle, drank his coffee, paid, and left the restaurant to walk the streets for a short while before he turned in for the night.

The streets by the Castle Apartments are usually calm and typically undisturbed aside from the occasional noise from an animal and the low drone of a car a few blocks away. There are also the few homeless scattered around and while they are normally found in one area they do sometimes move for greener, or rather less filthy, pastures. Tonight was one of those nights. There was nothing going on, no sounds to heard save for the one bark of a not to distant dog. Robert was saddened by this as he enjoyed the sounds of the neighborhood animals but he was left with nothing but his thoughts and light given off by not-to-far-off city. Robert decided he had had enough for the evening and turned the corner to walk back to the apartment building, and just as he did, he saw the sweet, young lady he knew only as Mary. He had seen her from time to time and had dinner with her on one occasion, but he always loved seeing her. It made him feel better about humanity, as silly as it seemed. She saw him as well and waved. He waved back and she motioned with her hand that he should go talk with her for a while; not understanding the hand movement, Robert just stood there and shrugged, so she made her way across the street.

"I haven't seen you in a while Robert," she said with a raised voice, stepping off the curb on her side of the street, "I figured we could catch up if you have a few minutes."

"Oh, of course, I've been so caught up in work I haven't hardly had time to go out." He called back, still standing awkwardly in the same spot.

"I know how it is," she said, even though Robert knew she didn't, "I've had so much to do between the office and this great guy I met."

Robert felt like a three-thousand pound weight was just dropped on his chest. "Oh, that's nice." was all he could muster up.

Just then, Robert noticed the headlights coming down the street. They were headed straight for Mary, and they were moving fast. Before Robert could even think what to do, he did something he hadn't done in a long time: he ran. He ran straight for Mary, who looked shocked at seeing this large man come barreling at her. Robert knocked the woman out of the way of the speeding car, now going at what Robert judged to be about fifty-five miles an hour, although it's hard to tell with an eminent collision with a car, particularly when not in a car of your own.

Mary hit the ground, hair in her face and looked dead at Robert who appeared to simply accept his very near fate. She watched in horror as the man was hit by a red Chevrolet sedan. She stared as he went limp and rolled over the hood of the car. She looked on as he hit the windshield, cracking hit, and rolled over the roof of the car. She cried as he hit the ground, bleeding and in shambles. She screamed as she ran over and knelt by his side, dialing nine-one-one. All he did was lay there, unable to speak, left only with his thoughts; ironically, just when wished he could speak his mind.