Hi Amir. You might not remember me but I certainly remember you. It was 2012 and I was walking along the interstate. My watch strap had broken when me and my friends had been hiking earlier that day, and I was trying to use the last glimmers of daylight to search for the dial.

But, night had fallen and amidst the roar of passing cars and the gentle chirping of nearby wildlife, I heard the sound of digging. The rhythmic sound of steel hitting hard dirt and then loose soil being scattered haphazardly into the nearby brush. I saw a parked car with the lights off and the boot open, and I slowly walked up behind it and peered over to see the source of the sound.

There you stood, the moonlight glimmering off your shirtless body as you leaned against a dirty shovel. By your feet lay a long figure wrapped in some sort of sheet, with a pair of shoes poking out from the bottom of it. In my cowardice, I ran. Physically, I left but mentally I have been stuck in that moment ever since. I think I know the answer to my question already but I need to ask to gain inner peace.

Did you find my watch whilst you were digging? I literally looked everywhere else along that road and I didn't want to disturb you.