precautions.you hold on to her, a bit tightly, but it's just a precaution.[a little boy sees the man on the stone wall, face turned towards empty space beside him, hand grasping onto thin air, as if around an invisible shoulder. he watches as the man whispered something, as a tear slides down the man's face, and as he leans towards the space by him, and kisses the air.then, the curious little boy heads over to the wall, clambers up, scraping his tiny hands in the process, and prods the man's shoulder. "excuse me sir, but why were you talking to yourself?"]you hold on to her, but it doesn't work out anyway.