Four.

So today I went on my walk, like I always do. I didn't see the old man this time, which surprised me since I feel like he waits for me these days. So I walked, and walked. It felt like it was normal until I reached what's usually Ray's liquor store. A pack of kids and all of their parents were running around, playing and laughing, looking like some sort of frantic, rushed block party. I noticed some of the kids had masks on but didn't give myself time to find out why. I jogged across the street and ducked out towards the orphanage. I was back to my walking pace when I saw a young guy heading towards the orphanage's front doors. He looked frantic, worried. I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes, it made me want to hit someone. He seemed like a tough guy from the outside but I could tell there was more worry than anger, which meant he was actually upset. He vanished into the building. I waited outside by the bushes at the end of the make-shift drive way. After about thirty minutes, maybe forty five-- I'm not sure-- I was about to call it a day and head home when he came back out. His expression had changed slightly and he seemed tired. His pace was slower, his determination gone for just a few brief moments, and then something happened in his head, because the last I saw of him was his feet kicking up dirt as he jogged back around the corner, oblivious to the mob of a block party that awaited him.