Maybe it was the snow that fell down or the fact that he hadn’t had sleep for the past three days that left the fable to feel meek and exhausted. He couldn’t be sure as his mind was hazy and his vision blurred. What was going on, he wondered as he made his way down the snow filled street. But at one point as he closed his eyes he swore once he opened them he couldn’t even see for a few seconds. “Shit.”, he muttered and barely managed to fumble his way to a bench and sit down.