The sky was gray like the clouds and the horizon had momentarily fused to celebrate the arrival of Autumn.

New York looked the same as ever. Crowded, loud, old and tired. Wall Street was the best example of New York madness one could find. Men in suits circling around like ants in their quest to prepare for Winter, Taxi cabs scanning the streets for their next back-seat candidate, couples and little kids taking photographs with George Washington's statue as their background, laughing like nothing ever happened to that place.

In the chaotic order of it all, a man, an "outsider" passes in front of Federal Hall. Unnoticed by the masses.

He is 42 years old but his gray hair and the wrinkles on his face suggest otherwise. A few heads turn to look at the scarred side of his face but nobody knows the man. His hands are hidden in his trench coat's pockets. In another time he'd be enjoying the taste of a cigarette along with this morning walk. In another time.

As subtle drops of rain start falling down from the sky, he pauses to look at the statue of America's first ever president. The buildings surrounding it are all in great condition. The sight makes him wonder if anything ever really happened here or if he has kept the memories of a dream with him forever. "Ridiculous" he thinks and he resumes his walk as the noise of thunder is heard, perhaps in an attempt to wake up the people who are walking down those streets.

It's about an hour later when a blonde little girl accidentally bumps into his leg and falls down. He immediately helps the kid up. She has a happy and affectionate look on her face, as she is pulled away by her mother who looks scared and intimidated by the man.

The world may be completely oblivious to who he is but David is finally at peace. The future he once fought for, is here. "As long as there are people, there will always be war". But that's not the point. He did everything he could, passed on his "sense" to a world that will forget him. All that's left for him to do is observe what he has helped preserve.

The sun is down and he has reached his destination. Another day gone by.