I'm walking in a yellow field. The sun is on my back and feels a bit like it's burning a hole through me. I'm looking for a group of friends. James Franco is part of this group of friends. We've known each other since we were toddlers. I look behind bushes for this group of friends. I pull out a notebook and attempt to draw them, hoping this will bring them out from hiding. I assume we are playing hide and seek and count to twenty five slowly, but it feels as though someone is holding back the sound from my vocal chords. It's a painful feeling and I grab onto my throat to help free the numbers. They fall from my mouth and vanish into the air. I finally see my friends. They have changed drastically. All of them look at least 100, but their eyes are still the same.
