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Floating in the abyss, like a lone feather in the breeze, Aunt Susan was in a state of pure meditation. Totally aware of his surroundings but choosing to ignore them, his friends were shouting him from outside this conscious barrier, but their words fell of deaf ears...his friends chose to walk away from Aunt Susan...but not without a single look back, memories flash through of the times once had, fun times, happier times...but now a distant memory, like fingerprints on an abandoned handrail... Aunt Susan...was lost.