Terminal A colour-filled display of a bustling crowd hurrying through the city streets is observed from across the road. The cacophony of faces blurred into one, conjoined group; all seeming to share the same purpose of reaching their destination. But across the street, sitting alone in a melancholic state of dreary silence, the lonely boy sits on the pavement; face cupped in hands and tangled earphone wires trailing from his ears. ‘Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony’ can be heard. Slowly, he lifts his head to gaze at the surrounding city streets and among the scenery, he distinguishes a variety of images. Slowly, inconspicuously, he glances to the left. “Come along now, Sam” a mother calls with such an expanse of love, that it is as if an aura of joy seemingly radiates from her being. Sam (revealed to be a carefree toddler) jogs, stumbles, and continues to scurry over to his mother, observing her with such wonder as an adherent would to their God. The trinity rejoin together like the final pieces of a puzzle and a whole is created; the father, son and the holy mother to walk off together. A sigh escapes the boy’s mouth, layered with longing and salty tears; feeling the non-existent future of what could, but would not be his. Within this contemplation, epiphany is discovered. The boy discovers that he is surrounded by an ocean of life and an intertwining complex of emotions; the most prominent of this being love. In the centre of this ocean, he sits, a lonely boy beyond comprehension, trapped and secluded from the world. The boy puts his face back down, to cup in his hands and, oh so tired, oh so sad, he sits, and waits. The sun sets and the new moon rises; invisible against the black-star city sky. The boy sleeps and dreams... There was, in fact, a time of less isolation, more joy, love, and sense of being within the world. The boy; he stands on the front porch, multicoloured maples descending as they are caught on the autumn air. “Cory, get in here before...