Barney was a stalker. Everyone knew it, too.
It wasn’t a surprise when he was found lurking in a shop, eyes narrowed on some distant figure that was quickly walking through a crowd of people. It wasn’t surprising when some random person no one knew was sprinting through the library screaming like Death himself was on his or her heels. It was surprising, however, when Barney was the one running away with wide, terrified eyes and shrill, womanly screech.
Anyone who tried to recreate the scene would discover one truth:
On that faithful day, Barney chose to stalk the wrong person.