The sun beat down on the exhausted man as he struggled to stay alive, his desperate signal to save himself had failed miserably.

Slowly the sun sank beneath the horizon and he lay there on top of his old rusted van while the air around him cooled to a dangerous low.

The man was without warmth; his only possessions were the clothes on his back and a cold wet towel and all he could see around him was an endless stretch of water. Dark and foreboding, spreading sadness and despair, washing away all he loved and needed.

Houses standing still and unemotional as they topped the sad graves of those forever stilled.

In the distance, rising high, the church steeple, once the symbol of happiness and hope now turned into the symbol of sadness and despair.

The solitary marker of the city size grave yard.