Said he was scared of himself. I didn’t interrupt. I stepped out and pulled footage. Cameras near his house. Street corners. Traffic poles. And there it was. Night after night, Walter leaving his home. Sleepwalking.
Not sneaking. Not watching houses. Just moving forward, head down, eyes unfocused. Sometimes stopping in the middle of the sidewalk like he’d forgotten why he was there. Sometimes rubbing his face hard, like he was trying to wake himself up.