I enter the mall, walking through the corridors, and groups of people come and go. It's my first time in a crowd of people since the war. I stick to the walls, walking with my cane stiffly.

The increasing volume of the crowd drives me more and more insane. A tear spills from my eye as I hold my head. I turn the corner suddenly, hoping to escape when I bump into you. My cane falls and I grasp your shoulders for balance, panting.

I gaze at you and realize from your glassy eyes that you're blind.