As shimmering light spanned the floors through paned glass, Jacob continued walking.

  He had always continued walking, day in, day out. It was quite the habit of his, often brought out by stress and pain, but, this time was different.

  This time, it was instinct. Movements he could not control, movements that he hated, mindless ones.

  But, "The walking keeps me alive, it always has," he thought, and so he did not push back against his body's natural ebb and flow.

  Ebb and flow... The motions in which his blood moved, the motions in which it spilled against the shimmering floor. The motions in which he relied on most.

  He couldn't believe he finally accepted that way of thinking, for after all, it was wrong wasn't it? Surely Not everything has an ebb and flow... Right? Surely not everything had a way it was supposed to be. Surely not? Everything? Now everything was an overstatement...

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  "Right?"

  "Right!?"

  ...

  "Right..."

  ...

  "Left..."

  "Right..."

  "Left..."

  "Right..."

  "Left..."

  "Find comfort in walking, find comfort in the hollow echo's..."

  "..."

  From that day on, Jacob continued walking.