Fake It till You Make It

The call gets declined again. Wilbur takes a shaky breath and holds the phone to his ear anyways. It's fine!The words come easy, a nervous trait of his, and so he just rambles about his day at work, without giving it too much thought. There's nothing but terrifying silence to fill the breaks.The steps of his follower don't waver.His feet carry him further down the road with purpose, like he actually knows where he's going, and he keeps his shoulders lax, even as he walks under a broken streetlight into flickering darkness.Or: What's worse than being outside, at night, in the big city, all alone? Realising that you're not alone anymore.