To settle into the city, the first weekend after we moved in, Ashlyn and I decided to go to a Red Sox game. I was very excited for my first experience at Fenway Park and for getting to spend more time with my new roommate.
We took the green line to Fenway, both astounded at the heavy congestion in the train. Since it was a game day, the T was particularly crowded and it took the two of us aback.
“This is kind of crazy,” I remember hearing Ashlyn observe.
We both agreed to consider leaving the game a few minutes early so as to beat the rush.
At the game we both had a great time. We took a ton of pictures, and sang along to “Sweet Caroline” when it came on over the speakers. By the 8th inning, we new the Sox had a win in the bag, so we figured we were safe to leave. Luckily the ride on the green line to Park Street was significantly less crowded than the ride to Fenway had been. We took the red line from Park Street to Central Square. That ride was even emptier. Although there was no direct route from Central to our apartment, the 70 bus dropped us off a few blocks away. We took that, and were able to breathe a sigh of relief when we were finally away from people.
We started walking down the street and I realized how dark it was. There was not a street light in sight. I tried to tell myself that it was not a big deal, but as if on cue, a tall man in a trench coat approached us. He walked with a limp, but he was still walking pretty swiftly. He was near us in no time, and reached out to touch my shoulder. We sped up at that moment.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he slurred in our direction.
I don’t know about the rest of the world, but when someone tells me they aren’t going to hurt me…I usually don’t believe them. At this point we sped up even more. I looked behind me and saw that he was gone. I figured he had decided to stop following us to take a stroll in the park, because I didn’t know what else he would be doing.
“Oh my God, that was scary as hell,” Ashlyn said, slowing down a bit.
“Yeah, I think he’s gone now.”
I practically choked on my words, because a moment later the limping man popped out of the bushes in front of us. We started screaming and running. We screamed and ran all the way home. I am not athletic in the least, so this was no small feat for me. Once we got in the elevator that would take us up to the 12th floor, we collapsed and started panting. And then we stared at each other for a minute in silence. The silence didn’t last. We were soon laughing hysterically without really knowing why. Maybe we were laughing because we were going crazy from lack of oxygen to the brain. We were incredibly out of breath. Or maybe – more likely – we were laughing because we realized that the year would test the both of us. But we were also sure that the year would be full of adventures. And we were sure the year would teach us many things.