User blog:Hunted0retnuh/Common Origins

The year is 2001. A cold wind permeates the nation as tempurature drops close to freezing. A man walks down the street, hand holding his hat on his head, gray suit jacket flapping. He walks into a coffeshop and orders a medium cup of black coffee and continues on his journey. He doesn't quite know where he is going, he never did, and he's been walking so long that he almost doesn't remember where he came from. All he knows for sure is that if he stops moving, he stops breathing. He sees plenty of people on the street, sees a lot of human suffering. The man who has only a half-empty bottle as his companion,  the former soldier muscling his wheelchair over the curb, the desperate woman sitting under a red light. He sees suffering everywhere, but he feels nothing. He is driven to a new location every week, and every time he spends more than a day in a city, something earth-shatteringly terrible happens. But he never feels anything, he knows that he can do nothing about it. It is about time now, for an Event to occur. He sits down on a bench and checks his pocketwatch, but just then a roaring sound causes him to look up, and he sees an airplane plow into a skyscraper. He stands and continues on his way. He only has one reason. He's late to a meeting. And the boss doesn't like to be kept waiting.