People came and went around him. Every day, all day. Clattering their way, clattering their words to him. But he would just shift his gaze around them, and his thoughts went with it. They would leave with an exasperated sigh, and not bother him again. His wife wouldn't stop trying though. Every time she passed she would say a word and flick her eyes at him. But the more he saw her, the more he learnt to ignore her. It became easier, for him at least. The pain showed in his wife's eyes. He had stopped looking at them long ago.

People would always walk around him. Every day, all day. People began to sit next to him, to hold his hand. But he would just shift his gaze around them, and his thoughts went with it. He no longer felt the touch of flesh. People he didn't recognise would come and talk to him. It was easier to look away.

One day his wife came but she did not go. She sat next to him, held his hand. He couldn't look away.

A sigh came, not exasperated though. She reached over, paused. Pulled her hand back.

People stopped coming around him.