Another town, another house. Another hospital for the doctors to poke and prod at his eyes and tell him the same things the other doctors told him. They can't do much, and they're sorry.

These ones seemed promising, to his father any way. Barnes had given up on promising four doctors ago. He stared out the window of their old red truck, the one that would of been his at graduation if his disease wasn't getting worse, destroying his eye sight and any chance of driving.

His vision had begun to blur, only slightly, like a camera slightly unadjusted, but it was still there. And his father was becoming increasingly desperate.

So, another town they went.

It was quiet here, surrounded by forest and rainy weather. Barnes had to admit it was pretty. At least he'd get to see that before his vision went completely.