[His tired smile falls. A shadow passes across his face as he sets his spoon down. Nothing is said for a few minutes as he stares into the bowl.]

Remember when I said I wanted someone's love? He took me back to the deepest memories of love I have. The easiest ones to get lost in are also the most painful.

[He traces faint whorls in the metal spoon as he continues in a soft voice.] It was a wind that carried us back. When Red called out to me I almost didn't hear it. It was enough of a jolt to allow me to give myself a wake up call.

[He had hit himself hard enough to jar his mind out of the haze.]