When Frederich Met Hayden

"How far is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not too far..." Frederich said, beginning to walk in the right direction.

"So what, a couple blocks?" he asked, following Frederich.

"A couple miles..."

His eyes widened.

"The hell?! How many miles?!"

He shrugged.

"Five or six?"

Hayden facepalmed.

"Get a fucking bus, kid--it's nighttime, you could get raped by a homosexual!"

"It's good exercise..." He said, then added, "...I don't think that's likely."

"They're all rapists--didn't you know that?" he gave Frederich a concerned look, though he seemed uncomfortable.

Frederich just gave him a confused look.

"...what are you even talking about?"

"Homosexuals. They hang out in bathrooms and rape children...haven't you seen those commercials?"

"...we're a little past those superstitions now." Frederich explained slowly, as if Hayden were a retard.

He adjusted his tie nervously.

"It's pure scientific fact, kiddo. Superstition it ain't--most homosexuals are rapists, and most rapists are homosexuals."

Surprised, Frederich looked at him.

"...do you really believe that?"

He looked to the side.

"...Well, it has to be true. It's science. I figure I...I figure that there are some okay ones, but for the most part, science is never wrong."

Frederich just shrugged.

"...if you say so."

He gave Frederich and odd look.

"...Don't you believe it?"

"Why should I? There's no proof, is there...?"

"The commercials!" he exclaimed incredulously. "...Science!!"

"...I didn't think so."

Hayden scratched his head, confused.

"...Well, everyone must think you're bonkers, then...right?..."

"...How long have you been dead?" Frederich asked instead.

Hayden shrugged.

"It feels like only a few years, but I know it's more--I really don't know. I can tell you when I died, though."

"Well, please do."

He frowned deeply, looking down and crossing his arms.

"August 1st, 1962."