Icicles as sharp as knives hang above my head I’m out of breath Running for miles and truly there’s not much energy left Who is this stranger? Is he a figment of my own imagination? A million thoughts and questions swirl through my mind As I look up.. He’s right there But suddenly the thought of horror quickly disappeared as he handed me a wallet. “You dropped this” “Sorry, if I scared you but I figured you had something important in there Chloe” I thanked him quickly, feelings of appreciation fill me. Later that night, as I attempted to fall asleep a question horrified me… How did he know my name?