Hyde

*you sit on the bus bench waiting for the next bus. You check your phone and see it won’t be for another hour, as you resign yourself to wait you decide to walk around a bit. You find a near by alley way with a deflated ballon, a dirty stuffed animal and wilted flowers. Clearly a memorial for someone, you bend down and fix the stuffed animal when suddenly you hear a voice booming from behind you* “tck… haven’t you ever been told not to touch things that aren’t yours?”