My mind loved to wander. As I sat at my desk, it was clear that my body required movement. I eyes trailed over to my recently sharpened pencil. My wandering mind caught on, and ordered my body to execute what I wanted to do. I picked up and the pencil, and a smile ran across my face in satisfaction.

With strong thrusts I swung the pencil through the air with random, unpredictable movements. I did whatever I wanted to do with the flying pencil. Anyone who was around me, you better beware!

Unfortunately, the invisible man in my room didn't take on the hint.

A high pitched scream suddenly came out of absolute nowhere, but it was very close by to where I was. I jumped out of my chair with a yelp of my own, letting go of the pencil which would have obviously dropped to the ground, right?

Nope. It stuck in the air.

"WHAT IS THE WORLD WERE YOU DOING??" An anguished voice in pain shouted from the exact spot the scream came from. I was shocked. The pencil remained lodged in the air, but I couldn't see the bottom half on the pencil upon turning my head to observe the pencil. Blood was evident at the end of the pencil.

My brain was processing this certainly unusual situation. My mouth remained shut. The pencil began wriggling, as if whoever, or whatever, had it in them was trying to dislodge the item.

"My eye.. my eye.. I'll go blind!" The voice yelled again. "It hurts! Oh man.. this damn pencil won't come out! Damn it!"

At this point I was well a distance away from the floating pencil. I had to speak up eventually.

"Hey man, uh.. need help? I wouldn't suggest trying to pull it out. The bleeding would be horrific if you do so."

The voice didn't reply, but instead amidst its groans it topped tugging at the pencil. It eventually spoke up with a pained tone.

"Then.. I'll have to head back.. to get this removed.. ugh.. the trip is too long, driving is near impossible like this! It hurts so much!"

"You'll have to go back to where you came from. Since you're in such a state, um.. why not I give you a ride?" I said awkwardly.

I extended my hand towards the direction of the voice, and felt a touch on my wrist.

"Yes, please."