They were invisible, but since the accident, he could see them; thin, glowing strings of light that connected every being on earth. Blue threads were friends, green ones were family, and red ones, attached straight from one heart to another, were soulmates.
He had been alone, and without purpose, so he followed his red line for hundreds of miles only to end at a drain in the curb. He sighed, sat down, and cried.
“Mew,” a little squeak came from the drain. He rescued the small, soaked kitten and held it to his chest.
His purpose was found.