the man

there was a commotion in the lobby of the railway station and I noticed everyone was looking up. wanting to fit in for once, I looked up too. something humanoid was stuck in the rafters, glowing.
>what is that?
nobody seemed to hear me, or if they did they had no response. I nudged a nearby child.
>what is that?
he shrugged, his shoulders an exaggerated cavalcade of confusion. I set my toes for balance and strained upwards for a better look. I pushed on a railing and my eyes bulged closed to the roof. something humanoid was stuck in the rafters, glowing.
>it’s a man
>I think it’s a man
the woman in front turned to admire my stance, or because I had spoken, but more likely because of the stance.
>>a man?
>I think it’s a man
>>it DOES look like a man
>yes
suddenly the crowd began shifting and parting and a corridor of flesh was formed for a man to carry a ladder through, which he did with much grace and endeavour. setting it up against the advertising hoardings he shifted a lever on the side and locked an extension into place that locked firmly into the roofing.
>>all clear. we think it’s a man.
I agreed that it looked like a man, but glowing like no man ever should. what could cause a man to glow so? I had half a mind to leave the station, but as I turned I noticed the doors had been closed and were held by men in yellow reflecting jackets, muttering to each other, most probably about how they thought it was a man.
the other man, the ladder man, climbed his ladder. step by step, up he went, up the ladder, closer to the glowing roof man, who hadn’t moved. ladder man was wielding a broom; tucked under his arm like a lance as he climbed.
he shouted as he reached the top
>>I THINK IT’S A MAN
the crowd nodded and murmured. they all thought it was a man too. but why was he glowing like that? nobody had the answer.
ladder man reached out his broom towards the glowing man, and disappeared. the ladder shook with the release of suddenly removed weight. an announcement:
>>ALL TRAINS ARE CANCELLED