A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.

That initial anger she had felt turned to sadness, and now it had become something else, almost a dullness of sorts. Even though she was constantly in motion, it seemed as if nothing special ever happened to her anymore. Each day seemed exactly like the last, and she had trouble differentiating among them.

It is the possibility that keeps me going, and though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible.

You are every reason, every hope and every dream I've ever had.

In the distance, he could see Molly lying in the tall grass off to the side of the house.

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

It was a lesson that I would learn in time though it wasn't Hegbert who taught me.