He saw someone over yonder. It was too far away to make any accurate description. He walked quickly, hoping to find company at last. However, the figure remained distant. That is, until it tripped. He broke into a dead run. So close, and the figure turned. Shock was on both of their faces, and he tripped. It had been himself! His face was on that most ominous figure. They held their gaze, but he heard footsteps behind him. He spun around, only to meet the same ghastly visage. It stumbled, and crashed into him. They screamed, in succession, infinitely aware.