I lived in the midwest. It was full of dusty, yellow fields, and the sky was always gray. There was a murderer-monster on the loose. He was a tall man with dark brown hair and big shoulders. He was half robot, and he never spoke.

I ran through the fields to get away from him, trying to jump into the sky and fly away. The invisible spirits who lived in the field would catch me on an upward leap and throw me into the air. I flew fast and high with my arms outstretched in front of me.

There was a spirit who I could see. He looked like the monster-murderer, but I could tell he was friendly. He leaned against a low, red brick wall, invisible from below his neck to his knees. He hoped to get his body back someday, and I invited him to come with me on a bus.