You were sitting at a pool of water, listening to the calming sounds of blue birds singing from the sky.

You were looking over some photographs you had, occasionally glancing over at the water to examine your reflection.

After a while though, you begin to hear a voice softly singing from nearby, and you see Joe sauntering around.

"Tout ne signifie rien pour moi, tout ne signifie rien pour moi." He sang subconsciously, staring at the ground as he walked, not even noticing your presence.