-Still you remain the same. Like I never left you. You have not changed.

-Still you remain the same. Like I never left you. You find that nothing seems familiar.

-You do not know who I am. You looked towards me.

-No, it was not me: You are deceived.

-You have no memory? ... men on chairs, men in chairs... Your eyes still dream, still you look faraway... still you are delicate in your fragile ways. And your scent remains only yours. You have no memory? Yes, it was you. Perhaps you looked straight through me. They were us, you and I. You turned for me, ages passed as I stood still for you.

-How you wish! I understand nothing you say.

BANG!

Your face is fear. You are fear.