*coldsweat* (first person) i break out in a cold sweat when i'm alone with my thoughts and i try to call anyone but nobody is home and they come sneaky scary silent and there is nothing i can do to keep them away (third person) he sits silently hearing the TONE that tells him that somebody isn't where he needed them to be (them) "it's OUR turn, and we have IDEAS, you see?" (third person) mr unpopular hangs up his phone picks up his spoon and spends his morning poking at his soggy CHEERIOS until they all sink to the bottom of the bowl (them) "we laugh and mock him because he dosen't understand, and sometimes we can convince him that he really dosen't care anymore." (third person) the phone rings but it's only the SALVATION ARMY begging for a donation...