The sun through a crack from the old wooden blinds shined brightly on Ugo's face. It was morning, the start of a new day. Ugo sat up and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at his watch, it was already past 10. He got up, got dressed and headed out to begin his little adventure around town, but as he walked down stairs, he was struck by this vibe, like he was being watched.

Ugo peered over the balcony as he descended down the steps. It was busy this morning, people checking out, and some others breakfasting in the corner by the window, others sat down with books and magazines, but just as he reached the bottom of the steps, all eyes where on him with blank expressionless faces.

“Good morning.” Ugo said nervously. Not a single soul responded but instead resumed what they were originally doing. Ugo walked up to the clerk that was wiping off his counter top.

“Say... Where might a fellow get some breakfast around here?”

But the clerk didn't answer and just continued his chore.

“Um, excuse me.” Still there was no response, only wiping. Round and round, he seemed to only be cleaning the same spot over and over.

“Listen!” Ugo said, firmly placing a hand on the clerk's, stopping his movement. The clerk slowly looked up and starred Ugo right in the eyes and spoke quietly.

“Take...this.. as a warning. Don't interfere. You should leave before you get yourself in trouble.”

What did the clerk mean? Ugo thought. Don't interfere?

“Now get!” he said pushing Ugo's hand away and resuming his chore.

Ugo was starting to feel that he wasn't wanted, or more like he was stuck in some old western movie that he didn't belong in. Ugo continued out the door and onto the busy dirt roads and alley ways. Every place seemed to be booming with people everywhere, but once observed more closing, Ugo saw that everyone kept to themselves. Nobody holding conversations with another, but why? Then Ugo heard a faint voice. It sounded old and raspy.

“Please! Please!”

Where was it coming from? Ugo broke through the busy streets, pushing aside anyone that got in his way, but it was like no one even noticed.

“Don't leave me! Please! Help ME!”

The voice was getting louder, it was coming from the train tracks.

“Someone needs help!” Ugo screamed pointing over to the tracks, but everyone just ignored Ugo and continued on their way. Ugo finally reached the tracks and saw him. It was an old man, laying on his back, all twisted and bent on the train tracks. The old man raised his head and looked at Ugo, his eyes full of tears and pain. Everyone else simply pretended that he wasn't there, no one even looked.

“What the hell is going on here!” Ugo said to himself running up to the old man. He lifted the man's head and started to help him up but he was in too much pain. The old man firmly grasped Ugo's hand and smiled a most painful smile, almost as if he were happy that someone noticed him.

“It only takes.... one... man.” the old man said.

“Listen, don't try and talk, I'm gonna help you.” Ugo looked over the old man's body trying to determine what happened and noticed the bottom of his shirt was bloody. Ugo tore apart the old man's shirt and saw a sharp piece of metal poking out from his stomach. Ugo looked back up to the old man's face, but he was already gone. Ugo let the old man's hand slide from his and took a few steps back. He couldn't understand it. It looked as though the old man had been here for hours, bleeding to death.

The sound of a loud police whistle went off. Ugo turned around to see three men in uniform only 10 or so feet away from him.

“Hey..! This man....” Ugo started but couldn't finish as two of the men in uniform had Ugo pinned face down into the the ground.

“Wait! What is this!” Ugo demanded.

But there was no answer, only the sound of cuffs being slapped on Ugo's wrist.

“Why.... why did this man bleed to death! You could have saved him!” dust rose up from Ugo's face, shifting the dirt from the ground in all directions as he spoke.

“You could have saved him!” Ugo said once more before he felt a rather nasty blow to the head. Ugo's eyes shifted upward, just enough to see the old man's body. He starred at it just as his vision blurred and then slipped away into blackness.