• It's cold tonight, cold, wet, and thin. At least it should be those things. I can't feel it. Not really. I can't feel anything, really, just like a Nobody or Zero. Just like Zero.

    I'm pretty sure we're outside and I'm pretty sure it's snowing. I can hear slow, calculating steps below me among a street filled with people's feet and I can hear cars driving by with the occasional horn blaring.

    Yes, I'm positive we're outside. The sound of the cars and hundreds of footsteps are beginning to fade away into the distance and now He's speaking in that low, hushed and commanding tone.

    I hear a woman gasp and being to talk in a high, panicked tone, her words beginning to blur together as she begs the man to yes, take all of the money in her pockets and the jewelry on her neck and fingers and to please, not hurt her. He quickly cuts the woman off, His voice rising but He's not yelling yet. But I know He's about to. He almost wants to.

    Suddenly I'm very aware of the snow falling but I still can't feel it. But I know that if I were flesh and blood I'd be shivering from the snow falling on the metal that makes me up. It's still dark, but that's normal.

    Now the woman is screaming and begging and pleading and I can hear the tear's in her voice. She's scared, terrified and now He's yelling and He's angry and just as scared that someone is going to come along and see the scene I've been thrust into.

    Just as suddenly as it had happened, I'm warm again. I'm warm and cold at the same time and I'm even wetter than I was before. I know this new liquid warmth isn't snow.

    The woman's rapid pleading and crying had been cut off into startled, pained gasps before she finally fell silent and now His breathing is coming out in short pants. I can tell He's scared. He always gets scared after I've been used.

    I'm suddenly pulled away from that nice medium of warmth and cold and those calculating footsteps from before are running and I can hear from His breathing He wants to scream, but not out of fear..He's glad, in a way He's glad. He's glad got what He came out for, even if He had taken a life to get it. It's always like that.

    And then it's just like before. It's cold, wet, and thin only now I'm a bit sticky as well and I'm waiting. Just like before, I'm waiting for Him to go back out when he needs the money.