Still no particular reason,

When Mortimer and I first met, he knew I was right for the job. This was because, like him, I could not imagine the future. I always knew it was coming, towards me all the time, but I did not feel it until it was the present, then the past. My senses were absent when it came to processing unknown endings. He said that he needed me empty of all anticipation and only then could I succeed. I told him I was incapable of anything other than that. From his hiding place behind the shadow, I felt his body slide into a satisfaction with me and my answer. He put out his hand to shake mine, but all I could see was its shadow. I touched that instead, because his real hand never crossed over into the light. That was the funny thing about Mortimer; for all I knew, a shadow was all he ever was.