Doyle walks outside in the streets of shame. The strangers are with wide-open grins chitty chatters by cruising all over. His smile is downwards by shedding tears of water. The tears keep coming down his rotten face image.
His fists bump all over his stomach. People grin at him all the time in a heckling motion. His body turns to leaves while all of his body parts blow in the wind. Doyle is now full of a bucket of leaves rolling all over the sky. People shout out with wild wolf noises. Doyle is now a Fall of leaves traveling in the sky passing through the crowd.