[ WP ] The only , and deranged , live man on the planet does n't know that he lives among mannequins . Start with the line , `` They do n't usually answer back to what I say . ''

They do n't usually answer back to what I say. I turned around to face the blonde who definitely, maybe, responded to my rhetorical question about the weather. `` Did you say something?'' I asked the shapely plastic figure. Nothing. My excitement faded, and continued loading groceries into my cart. Just another day in this stuffy fake town. `` I just said the weather was nice today.'' Shocked, I shifted my gaze from the milk cartons to face her, yet again. It's as if she had moved slightly towards me. `` No seriously, are you just screwing with me now?'' No response. Standing there with my eyes closed, I sighed, questioning my own sanity. It had to happen, I had to go crazy eventually. Suddenly there was a sensation of heat on my hand. As my eyes opened the warmth turned cold. Her hand was touching mine, yet her eyes still as hollow as before. My eyes opened wider with sudden realization. I closed my eyes and reached out my arms around her. Her body met mine and I started to cry. All these years I've walked these streets with my eyes wide open, trying to get these lifeless bodies to give me attention. Now I can see that sometimes you do n't always find what you're looking for, it has to come to you.
