Timing Is A Sensitive Thing.

Even The Air Feels Different On Halloween, Autumn-crisp And Bright.

He Turns And Walks Away, Moving So Quickly That The Candle Flames Shiver With The Motion Of The Air. “i Miss You,” Isobel Says As He Leaves, But The Sentiment Is Crushed By The Clatter Of The Beaded Curtain Falling Closed Behind Him.

Life Takes Us To Unexpected Places Sometimes. The Future Is Never Set In Stone, Remember That.

Because I Do Not Wish To Know,” He Says. “i Prefer To Remain Unenlightened, To Better Appreciate The Dark.

I Think Looking Forward Will Be Better Than Looking Back.