A rainy evening in Cottonwood. I was standing on your doorstep, patiently waiting for you to open the door. I knocked twice, eventually. I usually almost never visit you, preferring not to see you (and I had a reason for that), but since you're the only one who has the subject I need, I had to come here.

You should be home... I whispered to myself, patiently waiting for an answer. As always, I am devoid of any emotions and full of calmness.