A child sat crying. "What's this," he asks, for he did not know the meaning of his tears.
"Sadness," answered a Voice. "Or perhaps fear." "No, no. I feel emptiness, as if I had lost something." "Is it an object? Or a person? Something of much importance?" "Yes, but I know not what." "Then your problem is serious."
Suddenly, the child starts to laugh. It was a horrid laugh, with the coldness of death. "Why do you laugh so?" "I don't know."
Again the child laughs, but this time, there is terror in his eyes. "For some reason, I feel joyful. Giddy enough to kill."
A Figure appears before him. "Ah yes," say the Figure, "you have lost your soul."