It had been a while and the loneliness had been hard for Teardrop, sitting on the edge gathered at the precipice, unable to move, unable to jump, unable to fall. The compassion was there in response what was seen and encountered on the street, but the compassion wasn’t enough to make Teardrop jump, or fall. The immediate response stopped, motivated but without momentum, but on turning her head, she saw beyond the begging cup and scrawny dog, and Teardrop joined by another, hung briefly to the cheek and fell softly to the ground.