Ever get the feeling that when you want to be alone, you aren't but when you don't want to be is when you really are, that's how life is to everyone now, longing to either be near or away from people, either stuck with a few people maybe less or just the sound of your own heartbeat, there are those who dream about before and the ones stuck in a nightmare never giving themselves false hope that one day everything will be fixed, but you can't fix something that's always been broken.
The story of Moon and James goes on.
Just at the point they thought it was over, wierd things happened.
How would you life, if you didn't know if you were dreaming again, or if it all was real?
And would you break yourself too save someone else? Even if you are not sure if it really would heal them, even if it would break you?