Hernando jogged down the twisting pavement pathway of the “ginormous” Central Park, way beyond curfew, and the scarce amount of streetlights made the scenario seem more omniscient. He jogged further down the path than he had ever jogged, his mind was troubled and he wanted to get his mind off the breakup he had just gone through. Finally he began to feel a wave of fatigue engulfing his body and his legs felt heavy, it was time to go back. He forced his legs to pull through the physically taxing activity, and suddenly he realized how far he had gone, he was out alone in the park infamous for stabbings and the park lights began to flicker. Cold sweat began to run down his back and he began picturing the worst scenarios. He turned his head from
