Snippet #1912301

James was walking down the hallway, listening to the dull hum of indigo voices, voices which took on cool colors, voices that never seemed happy at all. They were hushed, and they were many. He wondered what it was like for those people, then. Were they ever happy in their lives? Had they ever fallen in love, like in the movies? The movies where they kiss in the rain and make hot cocoa and walk in the park when it's fall and the sound of the crunching of leaves always makes him jolt. Then his brother laughed and his mother and his father too.

His inanely deep thoughts were interrupting by the orange pitter-patter of footsteps. Perhaps running. They sounded urgent. He looked up from staring at the floor to see a familiar face. Not in a friendly way, but in a way where you see their faces all the time but don't really talk to them, like in school, or around the neighborhood, or on television and in magazines.

Television... now he remembered.

"Hey, guy!" he yelped, holding out his hands, gesturing for the other person to stop. 

Memories came flooding back. He and his younger brother loved watching Captain Splendid as kids. They always woke up early at Saturdays to watch it. They had it recorded on VHS.

"Are you alright?"

He had a lunchbox of Captain Splendid and he carried it around everywhere when he got it.

"Do you have an appointment with a doctor or something?"

He remembered being very disappointed when it was cancelled.