He turned to run and there stood a gray man.

He was trying his best to be the gray man.

So the small gray man said, "And what if they are the one?"

For the last few days the small gray man had felt much better.

He saw the two small gray men were looking down, nervous now.

Just which wall was it the little gray man had told him to follow?

The small gray man was getting quite out of breath.

The small gray man was afraid he would say that.

The gray men had reached an area where I could see them without turning my head.

And for the first time I saw expression on the face of a gray man.