The older we get, the stronger Time holds our hand, reminding us how not eternal we are. Laying out your memories on the shelves in the huge library of your life, your friend Time sits opposite you, he shows you old photo albums and reads your children's writings. At one point, Time will take your hand for the last time and say “it's time to go”, the light in the room will go out, the doors will close, and you will simply dissolve as if you never existed.