I left the flat at the time the note said. Immediately out of the front door I found a chalk arrow, and started following them across the city. Who knew where they’d lead besides the one who drew them.

It turns out, they led to Walden. Or at least an hour long performance based on Walden.

It was one of the sweetest, kindest acts. The kind of sweetness that lingers longer.

Since I found the play early, I had to spend some time waiting. I popped into the bar next door and ordered two letters. G and T. The woman at the bar has never met me, but flirted like we were old and wicked friends.

“Lime or lemon, or are you going tae go wild and have both?”

I nodded in affirmation, she smiled in desperation; the lager dragons drowning her out against their football songs. She gave me change, and I thought about how lucky I was. I left and went to see the play I didn’t pay to see.

“Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.”