He's still staring at me, I observe. He's dressed in torn rags, but they're washed and ironed. His ice-blue eyes bore through me relentlessly, searching out all the dark, hidden corners within. I begin to feel like I am melting. Time itself is slowly grinding to a halt.
Panic begins to build.
Before I can escape, the strange bum marches directly across the room and, with those unusual eyes just a few inches from mine, confronts me with a knowing expression on his unshaven face. That's all there is, and he's suddenly gone. But it's enough to change my whole life. I reel back in amazement at what has just happened. When I recover a bit, I begin to realize for the first time just how big a hole I have dug for myself.