Stop. Stop. Please stop. Don't do this. Please don't do this. He couldn't hear any of them. Maybe he couldn't hear it, maybe he chose not to. He couldn't hear the frantic voices surrounding him on all sides-he couldn't hear the pleading, couldn't feel the hands tightly grasping his arms and pulling with all their might. A number of his deceased classmates, many of whom he hadn't had any contact with in some time, tightly wrung his arms. Goddamn you. What the fuck do you think you're doing? We taught you better than this... we taught you better! If only he could see where he was going.