Shadow Of The Colossus, Wander, needs, "out on the prairie"
You're out in the prairie, surrounded by endless waves of grass. A gentle wind blows, and you look to the distance as you sit in the grass thinking about your next move, the monster you're going to fight, the girl you're going to save.

There's no one here. Just you, your horse eating grass nearby, a bird circling in the sky above, and somewhere in the distance a monster you need to kill. You should be going, you tell yourself, you should be finding that monster and not reaching into your pants and touching yourself, but you can't stop yourself. It has been far too long since you've been in the presence of another human, much less a lover, and it's driving you mad.

You have only your imagination and memories for companionship, but that's enough. You tell yourself that your fingers are hers, that it's her warm hand wrapped around you, pumping up and down, bringing you closer to a much needed release. It's her and she's there and alive and warm and not lying lifeless in a temple in the middle of nowhere. But it's how she was once, and you know and your imagination tells you she is again at least until you come and you don't need the fantasy anymore.

You wipe your hand on your pants, stand with a sigh, and call your horse. It doesn't matter how lonely you feel or how tired; it matters that there's something you need to do, and that maybe one day the fingers will be hers, and not yours.