As he ran out of the building, he did not think of anything else but how he could get home. He ended up taking a cab. "Where do you want to go?" The driver said, smiling. He was an unusually nice driver. "To the corner of 23rd and 6th Lark street. How much will that be?" He asked, sitting down into the black cab seats, which were, surprisingly, clean. The driver smiled a little more broadly, but not in a mean kind of way. He was being nice to this man because it seemed like he was in shock or something. "All in good time." He said. He then set off to this strange man's destination.
The five-minute long ride seemed to go by in an instant. Not that five-minute trips normally took very long, because they only took five minutes. But usually, his trip home was uninteresting and boring, and he would often have important things to think about, like work, and his family. But not this time.
The sun shone brightly in his eyes through the window, and the clouds passing by did not for one second give cover. The tall buildings all gleamed like glass crystals in the sunlight, and all the cars and people seemed like insignificant blobs. He must have lost his glasses when he ran out of the bank and didn't notice. Or maybe he did notice and just didn't remember. He had no clue whatsoever.
The car stopped, and he stepped out. "5 dollars please." The driver said. He somehow managed to find a five dollar bill in his wallet and gave it to the driver. "Thanks for the ride." He said and went into his apartment.
It wasn't an especially clean apartment, but it was good enough for his wife and kids, so it was good enough for him.
He ran up the stairs, which were cracking up by the lack of maintenance, and wasn't especially pretty. The walls' paint had faded a long time ago, but there was a certain charm to them. He arrived at the door, opened it, and prayed that his wife wasn't home. If she was, he'd have to be extremely careful. She loved mysteries, and he couldn't lie to her, so if she saw the envelope, he'd have to tell her what had happened. And he couldn't leave out bits of it, because she would know. She would definently know.
He opened the door.
The usual morning mess greeted him. He sighed. His wife wasn't home. Hurrying over to his son's room, his thoughts were going crazy. The reason he was heading for his son's bedroom, was because he was actually good at cleaning, and was a 14-year-old, and doesn't want people in there, so his wife didn't come in often. He sat down on the neat bed, and opened the file.