The bell rings, and just like that, the day ends. It was just like any other day, the hours after hours of being lock down behind the self-imposed routine. Hour after hour, day after day, always repeating the same road to come back to the little cave he called home, just to leave it the next day and repeat the cycle. The bells stop their ominous sound as the kid leaves the building to start, yet again, the walk on that old road. The little guy was taking the first steps as he guides his left hand into his pocket, taking out an old phone, and turning on the symphonies that usually accompany his journey. Ignoring the world around him, putting his look no higher than the floor, the boy finds comfort on the hazy world he creates over the landscape of his shoes hitting the ground and the cords ringing on his ear. With both the wind and the cold flying towards him, he can't avoid hugging himself from the inside of his jacket, accidentally pulling out the cord of his phone that starts loudly calling for attention. As the kid takes it out to put the cord back into its place, the sound of the howling wind and the screaming guitars are abruptly silenced by the soft sound of the honk of a car that runs him over as it crashes into the glasses of shop behind him. The melody of the glasses shattering is subdued by the chant of waves coming back and forth in front of the surprised boy, whose vision is slowly blurring between the car and the red ocean that comes out of him, gazing a little dark dot coming towards him. He can't move, he won't even try, he just waits for that little figure to come for him. He recognizes the shape of a small wooden boat coming from the red ocean coming to pick him up. A skinny inviting hand comes to his sight, as a raspy voice tells him to get on board. The man that rides the boat hides most of his body on a tall robe too big for him, but he can't avoid showing his rough and sick skin covering his arm and face, witch possess a golden sash that prevents the kid from seeing his pair of useless eyes. As the kid gains some notion of his current situation, he waves his hand and simply says "Hi Steve". A scream of frustration comes from the man, being "God dammit" the only thing that could be heard in the echo of the place as his putrid lips crack open on a moment of pure emotion, "not you again" he says hitting his face with his former inviting hand, trying to release the stress formed by listening to that voice one more time