[ WP ] You 're sitting at a bus stop alone waiting for the last bus to arrive on your way home , a stranger appears and hands you a small metallic contraption and says `` Its your responsibility now '' ...

John sat down at the bus stop, his mittens frozen from the wind. He looked around, cracking his knuckles, rolling his neck, shivering. He looked at the newspaper bin, frost covering part of the window. *January, 20, 2019. TERRORIST THREATS HAVE TORONTO PD ON ITS TOES*. He looked around one more time before putting on his hood and checked his phone. 7:30 PM, Wednesday, flashed at the top of his phones screen. He took off his hood as the man in a pea jacket entered the bus stop and sat down 
 
 `` Do you happen to have a match?'' 
 
 `` It's illegal to smoke here, and a lighter is more reliable'' John replied 
 
 `` Yes, but a pack of matches is cheaper'' 
 
 `` Cheaper does not mean better, especially in this wind'' 
 
 `` I suppose... here's my bus'' 
 
 The man stood up as the bus rolled to a stop. As the driver opened the door, the man turned to John. 
 
 `` I do n't suppose you have the time?'' 
 
 `` 7:30'' 
 
 `` AM or PM?'' 
 
 `` AM'' John responded as he moved his thigh over the small silver wristwatch. 
 
 The man stepped on the bus and John was alone again. He opened the watch and took a small piece of paper out of the back. 
 
 `` It's your responsibility now''. John smiled as he stood up and checked his watch. 
 
 7:31 

