His first day here just kept getting more unusual. He knew Rosette and he knew she should not be stomping on a car's roof. Any emotion to this scene, however, did not arise. To do so much as try to feel anything about what he was seeing was just too exhausting. Just like her, he was infected only with a different virus. While she shouted, he only watched. Finally, he mustered up enough energy to stand up and walk to her, or at least, as close as he could get without going into the street.

He sighed and he opened his mouth once, then twice. Should he even bother saying anything? On the third try, he chirped at her.