A floating man in a blue cloak made his way across the dark lite room, he carried papers from one desk to the other. He occasionally scribbled on them as he flipped through books. The desks were cluttered with them, many stacked on top of one another. A thermos sat between two of the stacks. After awhile of writing he put the pen down and pinched the bridge of his nose, he sighed heavily, exhausted. He reached into his pocket of his cloak to retrieve a photograph, it was of a beautiful woman with black hair, she was smiling. He could still remember when they first met, he tried to go into denial about loving her for he believed he was too bus
