Jarrel was striding along, making his usual way towards center of town remembering all the people he once knew, all the great friends he made. "Still waters run deep" in his mind today he always has a quote or witty saying even after all this crazy shit going on. He's been hoping to meet somebody but it's been a week and he's losing hope. Jarrel trhives with people and being alone using his thing. Even his favorite tunes won't get him cheered up now. Maybe he can make his way to other cities but who knows.