You and Mignon always had a pact - every time it'd rain, you'd dance together. And yet, here you stand, in the rain, by yourself as you stare down at your photoscreen, the countless messages you've sent Mignon with no respone as water drips down your forehead onto the mobile.

He had left you behind, just to go hang out with others despite your pact.

So instead... You dance alone. The raindrops twirl with your tears as you prance, alone, cold and heartbroken.