Then A Little Voice In Him Said,

I Would Like To Tell You That I Am, And You Will One Day Be, Forever Safe.

Like Snowflakes,' Franny Said,'none Of Them The Same And Yet Each One, From Where We Stand, Exactly Like The One Before

What Did Dead Mean, Ray Wondered. It Meant Lost, It Meant Frozen, It Meant Gone.

Nothing Is Ever Certain.

There Was One Thing My Murderer Didn't Understand; He Didn't Understand How Much A Father Could Love His Child.