Alone he walked, desperate for company but none came along. In one way, he was grateful; the night had a way of turning people into monsters. He was grateful for the light, with it, he walked in peace without having to worry about lurking shadows.Deep in thought, he moved, hoping and believing, that soon, this commute will end. That he will not have to work so late yet earn little. That he will be the father that his children deserve, and the husband his wife needs.