Well, there is a man.

He’s not as close as you usually see him…

But you learned this, so he wanted to.

He looks proud. Of what Kris has done, of what he’s done.

He can’t give them anything… due to your “medium of communication”

But maybe Kris didn’t want anything from him.

Maybe they just needed more therapy from him, just like old times.

He’s glad to see they started being themselves again.

But he taps his watch…

and then taps the screen.

Finally, he uses his hands to draw a heart shape in the air.

He looks sad.

Kris looks sad.

But no one can choose what expression you make except you.

The man pointed at an invisible piano in an invisible waiting room.

Kris played along with the man’s request

Kris played a song at the man’s request.

Suddenly… the song felt incomplete.

The backup harmonies were gone!

Kris couldn’t play with their other arm.

Kris couldn’t feel their other arm.

The man puts his hand on Kris’s shoulder.

He nods sadly, but then smiles as he slowly opens the invisible waiting room door.

The man waved goodbye.

Kris waved, but not with the hand they’re used to waving with.

Both their arms worked after they left.

They felt relieved.