Naecken woke in a pile of trash, just outside a chinese restaurant.
A few rats scattered away as he moved.
His now stained yellow trenchcoat had been torn.
A vague memory of a chase...someone had tried to kill him...why?
He rose and brushed the filth away.
Looking around, he saw the lights reflected in the rain puddles on the streets.
A can clattered further down the alley...He had been found!
He began to sprint, looking backwards at intervalls.
He reached the street were people made frowning annoyed faces at him.
"Look at that! Disgusting."
"Mum...is that a bagman?"
"It´s called a baglady...and no, thats just a bum."
He stopped infront of a store window, and looked at himself.
His coat had certainly seen better days, and his trousers were beyond hope. The legs were blackened by street mud and other filth.
He certainly needed to shave.
Luckily his dark skin made him look cleaner that he was.
"You better move on, Sir!" a hard voice from behind commanded.
He turned and saw a police officer opening his car door, to walk up to him.
"Eh...Sure, I mean no harm...I´m just...eh..."
"Maybe you should head over to St Anna´s. They will help you out. Get you cleaned up some."
"Yeah...I wiil do that...Uuh...where is that?"
Just follow this street straight ahead, for about three block...you can´t miss it. There are more of you in line there." he said with a smile.
"Thank you."
