In a small grey town, not too different from your own, under the large grey sky that I can only assume we share. Stands a small grey woman looking out at her fallen world. People pass by her and pay no mind. She looks the same as them all, long grey overcoat, brown hair tied up. But her eyes twinkle in wonder, unlike the ones around her whose are glazed over a chalky white. I think she sees people she recognizes, with a longing to reach out and hold them tight. But she knows she will be taken if she were to do such a thing. A tall grey man walks over and stands by her waiting his turn. Not even noticing the presence of the human being beside him. The young woman looks at him like I’ve seen no other look at anyone before. She takes ahold of his hand. The man does nothing, he has no awareness about what has happened, no feeling in those cold fingers. “Mr. Nickolas Thomson, we are ready for you now.” The woman lets go as he robotically moves away from her. Towards the metal cage in which he will stay forever.