“You killed me, you bastard!”
The man across the street screamed, pointing an accusing finger in Andrew’s direction. Andrew looked about him, bewildered, for it had seemed as if no one else had heard him. He assumed the guy was crazy and everyone else was ignoring him. He turned back towards the man.
“Yes, you, arsehole. You killed me!” The man screamed at Andrew again.
He started to cross the street, stepping directly into the path of an oncoming bus. Andrew stared in horror as the bus passed straight through him, not slowing or swerving, as if the driver did not see him at all. The man continued walking across the road towards Andrew, appearing again as the bus moved on. Andrew just stood there, mesmerized.
The man was halfway across the street when a look of recognition crossed Andrew’s face. Startled out of his state of shock, he ran; he ran as fast as he had ever run before in his life. Dodging in between people if he could, pushing them out of the way if he could not, and ignoring the cries of indignation behind him. He glanced back once, only to see the man standing where Andrew had been mere seconds before, laughing, and then he vanished.