It was about 9 o'clock - 9:15, glowed William's watch - and the night was clear, the moon casting light over the landscape.
William took off his glasses, a parting memento from Mark, and shoved them in his pocket. He sighed, then took out a box of matches. His hand delicately takes out a match, and strikes it against the box, causing it to glow with a bright orange flare.
He stared at the fire, and felt a tad warmer. His mind faded into a river of memory - one pocket of memory, to be exact:
"Have I ever told you about Over Top?"
The question came from nowhere. The two were on a beach, accompained by a few others. It was a rest...a chance to rest from the endless chase.
"No. What is it?"
"Simply put, it removes all physical limitations the body has."
The words made William think back farther, to when a drunk truck driver decided to run the kids on the street over. Mark, somehow, managed to stop the truck, and push it backwards.
"Your heart starts beating fast. Pain has no meaning. You only feel the rush of speed and blood coursing through your body."
Mark looked towards the shore. He took out a pen, and twirled it around in his fingers. His long black hair flew in the wind.
"Someday, I'll show you how to do that as well."
...But Mark had died. He made that promise 5 years ago. And whatever William did, however hard he tried to push beyond limits, something stopped him. A wall blocking his path, and a hand pushing him back.
"Over Top..."
He stared into the sky, where a thin spiral of smoke came from the no-longer lit match.
A/N: Just filler.