"Hey there, Jamie. What's it like in New York City?"

"It's lonely, mostly. But I'm sure all will be well in time..."

"Why is it lonely? All those people there..."

"There's lots of bodies, and yet so few souls. So it seems. I miss knowing people's souls."

I do.

I really do.

All these bodies.

And I'm just another.

A body... slowly feeling the loss of it's soul...

Help.