The Memories Seem Like Snapshots From Someone

There Is Nothing Else For People To Do. They Do Not Think. They Feel No Passion, No Hatred, No Sadness; They Feel Nothing But Fear, And A Desire To Control. So They Watch, And Poke, And Pry.

Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not So Fine.

You Can Build Walls All The Way To The Sky And I Will Find A Way To Fly Above Them.

I Love You. Remember. And Someday, I Will Find You Again.

In One Of The Tents, Julian Is Sleeping. And In Another: Alex