I know more then most realize. I understand far more then is expected of me. Some things are cloudy...but some things are clear as day. I remember the day. I remember the moment. That no matter what I'll never forget. The dark twisted part of my mind keeps that memory safe. It's unfair I know. The past that won't let go. One incident. One experiment. A joke. A joke. One...single...moment. I stare out the window of the lighthouse. My lighthouse. To guide them home. But... Who will guide me home? A questioning comment I turn startled She quietly remarks on the view Saying what a beautiful sight I stare at her And slowly agree