He is up and walking alone. Confused and shattered he walks a path. The path leads somewhere, the end is nowhere near. He takes him time slow and drossy. Each step is automatic, there is no feeling. She lies in bed her hand outstretched. Nothing to grasp nothing to hold. Sprawled out in the bed. Too tired to move. No footsteps heard and nothing in the distance. He looks up at the sun not realizing that he isn't alone. The warmth on his skin is something new. Why has he never felt this before? She peers out of her window looking at the sun not realizing that she isn't the only one. The window is open the wind on her skin. Why has she never felt this before? [spoiler]Well that's all I got I'm not sure where I was going with this I just let my mind wonder. Soooo yeah...I'm also really tired. This is what happens when Fartmonkey is tired apparently.[/spoiler]