A thought,a warm smile, a delicate touch from a passing companion. Return the gesture, a joyful laugh. Passing on down the glaring halls: Step, step, step. Move just keep moving. Stumble, a panicked soul. World spinning, breath choked and raspy. Bodies file along, faces unseen, voices jarring, piercing the skull. A forced composure, straining to smother the the desperate cry from within. Deep breath. Tread on. Smile bright. No one knows. Falling, plummeting down, crashing in a heap. No…no. A hopeless wish, a trembling hand stretched out in anguish to the perfect, tile ceiling. Cold so cold. So….helpless. The miserable candle flickers, then dies.