Drip. Drip. Drip. Suddenly, the sound of a large crowd filed in, the image becoming busy as people mindlessly bustle by. At their feet, the ground ripples as if it's liquid. A red haired man desperately tried to push through the practically solid wall of people, his mouth indicating that he was screaming but no words came out of his mouth. In that instant, he tripped. All of the people suddenly disappeared, leaving him huddled on the ground, ripples occurring as tears fall from his cheeks. "I-I can't reach you." he sputtered, now left in the loneliness of silence. He looked up, shouting. "Is there anyone there! Please." He grabbed his chest as if it'd somehow stop this pressure he felt on his heart. A feeling of being crushed by an internal sadness.