Benjamin looked behind him a fair few times as he walked, panic striking in the core of his mind. He walked a little faster, feeling that there was someone behind him. It was a little creepy, and he was glad that his walks didn't last too long at the best of times because of the amount of work he still had to do, but in addition to that there were the killings... the strange ones that had been mentioned about every day in the newspapers. It was quite horrible, he thought, that so many families lost people they cared about. A jolt of pain went through his body when he thought about what his family would go through if he died. He was his parents only son, and he was a little... well quite frankly he was a little fragile. His parents knew this and had always done their best to protect him. He had a sister who had spent most of their childhood trying to toughen him up. It hadn't exactly worked to her aggravation. No matter what, however, they all loved each other and he was quite sure that they would miss him terribly if he died.