Lost in thought, you drum your fingers on the counter, remembering your middle school friends and your dream of becoming a famous drummer. Feeling nostalgic, you take two candy canes and playfully drum on various items. You were a good listener with a good sense of rhythm, but like many dreams, this one faded. Noticing a man, you gasp, dropping the candy canes. ‘I-I’m sorry,’ you stammer, startled.