The old man with a cane in hand strides through the bustling city street, his chest still intact. He wears a pair of bright red goggles and a pair of red goggles, his face lingering in his mind. The scene is set against a rich orange, casting a warm glow over the bustling crowd below. The clock smiles still, as if waiting for something to happen. The sound of soft jazz music fills the air as the sun begins to set, casting a warm orange light on the scene.