"Inspired by a short story's sentiment of an old man who couldn't live within society after he lost his wife. He spent all his time on the street, living only with a photograph for memory. For 30 years, the only human contact was a 7 year old girl who embraced his loneliness and gave him a balloon. On his deathbed, a nurse goes through his belongings. It is the young girl with the balloon, now grown up. She sorts his only possessions, the balloon and a picture of his wife. She reflects in sadness and they embrace moments before he leaves the world. While the story was very sentimental, it had a purity I was attracted to. It struck me his trust of humanity had been broken and he was frightened by the idea of getting close again to anyone, scared of love. This sad thought plagued me."                     
                                                                                  -Robert Lorrigan