Right now, he wished that there was someone by his side. His conditioned response to those words "The End" was to feel a cold solitude soak into his body. Imagination was no use, nor was "A"... She and he lacked a common language. She would never understand... No, he needed someone who were much from the same background as his own. Only two people who were leaning against a familiar stage setting could enter the spirit of the play, come up with the right lines.
This person could only be "C".
"Where are you now?" he felt it was his very heart asking the question.
