Continues to wail, louder now, on the verge of breaking down into hysterical screams, he just manages to avoid the break and digs his nails more frantically into the water, pushing against his palms and calling Kururu's name again loudly, as if trying to call back a lost puppy in the woods on a dark night. He takes his hands from the grimy basin and splashes cool water on his face, telling himself everything was going to be ok and Kururu was going to be back, before the strange people in white uniforms walked in and told him it was time to sleep. Giroro was confused, but didn't resist, knowing somehow that if he went back to the padded room Kururu would be able to find him easier and they could go somewhere together, maybe Hawaii... his mind began to drift, he began to think of his lover and how he missed him, convincing himself the sgt major would be back soon. He somehow forgot about the yellow corpse in the coffin underground, forgot about the day the yellow devil died, forgot about the bloodied bullets that pierced his lovers heart, forgot about the mourning and forgot about the screaming and crying that occurred when the funeral directors lowered the wooden box into the ground, causing the red keronian to break down into tears on the wet concrete in the rain while everyone else trudged off sorrowfully with dark umbrellas. Those memories were gone... those days were over.. and as far as the red keronian knew, they never happened. Kururu was going to come back and save him from this padded prison, the numb mind and lack of emotions were nothing, the emptiness was nothing and meant nothing. The drugs to forget, they were working.