He winces as the phone hits him, and he looks at the open text. [i]Nona's in a coma?[/i] He begins fading, placing her phone on the roof's door handle. He runs his fingers though the darkness, feeling it pool around his fingers, and he begins to fade away into the darkness. He softly says, [i]"Artimes....I wish I knew how to help you."[/i] His voice is carried like the breeze, and he sits on the edge of the building, hanging his legs off the side.