[The room is silent save for the humming static of television, and it prickles against his forehead. There's is suddenly a slightly stronger jolt, no where near strong enough to hurt him, but hopefully enough to catch his attention.

The television screen flickers in and out before the static ceases, and the black and white image of a man and woman dancing plays on the screen. There's a look of love yet sorrow in their eyes, cherishing the moment, taking in every step. . .but then the woman breaks away, hands tucked to her chest, as she runs off screen. The man reaches out to her, saying something with tear filled eyes, likely trying to call to her, but the voice that comes out of his mouth is the fourth's.]

im sorry

this is what she does

dangle a moments hope and love in front of you

and then takes it away

[his words sync with the man's lips as his hand balls to a fist, and he brings it close to his chest.]

it hurts to lose

it hurts so much

but i think you can keep going

i wont promise you can save her but i think

in the end

you may see each other again if you keep going right now

[The man seems to have a face of resolution, determination glowing in his eyes despite the black and white. He turns, and walks off screen in the opposite direction.]