Simon sat slumped over on the couch. The lights dimmed. He felt his cold fingers fidget with his others. Staring at his sleeve. He slowly tugged away at it. "Hmm……" he uttered. He rubbed his eye before flopping his hand down on his lap to look up. The clock was sounding "tick…tock…tick…tock…" -The days constantly pass. And the spirits move speechlessly.- Simon felt a unexpected chill before he got up to take his medication. He moved with a sleepy vengeance. His vision went woozy. He gripped the kitchen counter. "Ngh…" he grabbed his container and popped one in his mouth. He filled a glass of water and sipped. He batted his eyes three times before exiting the kitchen to his bed. He sat down and thought for a moment. He just sighed and turned out his light. The next day came, Simon walked along the sidewalk. The people, they were grey. Grey as the dread Simon once felt. He walked pasted them. With no visual contact. Grazed only a shoulder. He made his way to his job. "Belov'ed"