From the journals of Dr. Beauregard LeFleur.

You were just here.

I was holding your hand. My god, I just loved holding your hand.

Then there was a rush, a sudden stir, movement… disorientation - then you were gone.

Lost in the crowd.

I stayed after closing time - made camp and prepared for your return.

I waited.

Surely you’d retrace your steps.

and I waited.

Hours. Days. Weeks.

The bare trees began to blossom and bloom, and the shades of blues and grays surrendered into green.

Life. New life.

I waited.

Months.

I waited.

Lost.

I wait.

What a gift you were.

Even amongst the wreckage, this remains unscathed.