Silent. They are silent. She sips on her coffee and worries about her friend who feels distant. Their upcoming trip to the coast. Will she still go? Won't it be too Awkward. He has always been awkward. His hands trembling during that class presentation, but when he looks outside the window he sees them. They are silent As they always have been, standing still in time. Always silent. The universe is born, lives, dies, is born again, and they watch, silent. And they breath. And they breath.