A boy, one morning, sits down under a sallow tree and refuses to get up. He has school. He has chores, but they are left undone. His mother speaks softly, soothingly, to reassure him that everything is alright. His father yells at him, and threatens to punish him, but to no avail. He is, suddenly, mysteriously, heavier than the boulder in the stream, and so cannot be moved. He is silent. He doesn't eat or drink. Medics hook him to an IV to keep him hydrated. All questions go unanswered. Nothing is resolved. Come winter the boy must get up, or he'll die from the cold. All is waiting, but nothing happens. Nothing happens until it does, and by then no one knows what to make of it; their minds shattered beyond piecing together, and empty of all but the world.