I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.

Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

The sky the sky- same as it always was.