sometimes when i'm at the portal i like to pretend that the little flash files running around on the top are people. lovers who have been seperated, and one just came home on the bus. and they run towards eachother eager to embrace after a long time of waiting. but i'm in the bushes across the street. and just as they are about to feel the touch they have yearned for for months. *crack* a gunshot rings out and they die inches from what they were waiting for.