The feline stood calmly, his left paw tracing the scar on his right arm as he did so. He waited, for what he did not know, but still he waited. His life was of no more importance, not to him, and not to anyone. He was dead to the world, as the world was dead to him, all that remained now was a watcher, one that did not care anymore, one who had given up on life and love....