Luke Silverberg

While sitting on a bench in the subway he hears a skittering on the floor. A man in a nice suit is running to catch the train and a silver pen appears to have fallen out of his pocket.

Luke gets up and picks it up, then information floods his mind. Then he smiles.

‘What should I do first? Maybe I can…wait.’

He hid behind a pillar while peeking out as he saw the man who dropped the pen board the train. Not until the train leaves does he exit the platform.

‘First things first, I’m hungry.’

Luke pulls up the sleeve of his coat and writes in as small of letters the marking pen can be legible.

Does not need to pay for food or drink.

Once he dotted the period, the letters became fancier and became a shade of silver.

‘Now to find a pizza joint.’

Walking down the street he finds a Beggar’s Pizza and walks in.

‘Seems fitting.’ He thought looking at his clothes had seen better days after years living on the street.

Luke orders an individual deep dish with all available meat toppings and a bowl of the soup of the day with a root beer while waiting for the pizza to cook.

‘The cashier didn’t even ask for money. Nice! Do I even need money now? Food, drink, and…shelter, damnit! I knew I forgot something.’

Does not need to pay for lodgings.

He wrote it right below the last line. Then one more for good measure.

Does not need to pay for clothing or accessories.

‘Now to just wait for my pizza. Then I can find a place to stay for the night.’