Bergeron Alternate Ending

Jaxon is a tall, lanky fellow with an extreme case of insomnia. His body was withering away to almost nothing. His brown eyes sparkled with more intelligence that you'd think at first glance, there was something behind this eyes lodge deep in his head that was begging to be released but the darkness flooded his mind. He had long, oily, brown hair slicked back to give off a business look but no job to show for it. He was wearing a dark indigo-washed denim with an oversized grey crewneck t-shirt and a worn-in rich chocolate-brown leather biker jacket that ditched that bad-boy sneer in favor of a mature, polished man.
He use to have a good life, a good job, but then the incident happened. His wife of seven years died of cancer. Jaxon didn’t know

He strolled by a police patrolled park about six blocks from his apartment. The park, as it was on most nights, was completely empty. He turned down a short side street in order to loop back to his apartment when he first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on his side, was a silhouette of a man. He was a very slender man with long arms and legs. He had what looked like a very slim fitting, tailored, pinstripe suit. It was hard for him to make out the face. He didn’t think anything of it and thought it was just muddled lush.
Jaxon stepped as close as I could to the roadway to give him the man a majority of the sidewalk to pass by. The closer he got, the more Jaxon realized how gracefully he was moving. He came closer still until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, his head was tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile.
Jaxon crossed the empty street. As he reached the other side, he glanced back... and then stopped dead in his tracks. The man had stopped walking and was on the standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me lurking around with a sinister look on his face. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his