The criminal darted out from behind the back of the building, looked both way and ran into the dark of the night.

It was a lovely night. The moon was out though it could hardly be seen through the dense mist and city lights. City lights that obscured everything. There was a couple leaning against a car, whispering to one another and occasionally kissing (”Oh how happy we are”). There was a drunk man walking around mumbling things which could not be understood by anyone, maybe not even him. He held his arms out and beckoned for something, who knows what (”Oh how sad I am”). There was a beautiful girl, walking down the street with eyes made of solid granite and clothes which fit her perfectly looking up at a loft high above. She was observing the furniture and interior of the loft, astonished by the decadence and style of the layout (”Oh how lucky they are”). There was a young boy walking down the street, listening to his music, eyes glued to the ground; contemplating. He counted every step he took and fiddled with something of a square shape in his pocket (”Oh how distracted I am”). There was an older gentleman sitting under an umbrella in front of a cafe which had been closed for hours, sipping occasionally on a cup of tea and reading a book by an obscure author. Casually he would look at these people and think to himself, “Oh how wonderful we are.”

Pity that no one could offer an answer.