Muichiro stood beneath a patch of the sky with clouds of all shapes and sizes.

He stared blankly above. Seemingly, he was lost in thought as his expression remained blank.

One particular cloud drifted across his view; his short attention span immediately got hooked. It got his mind to think and ponder.

"Um, what was the shape of that cloud again?" He silently murmured the question to himself.

It was nothing unusual for him; he often stared off into nothingness until something mundane caught his eyes.

It was as if his mind was blanketed with mist, unclear and hazy, like a half-forgotten dream, quite a struggle to recall.