It’s always a struggle to walk home from school. He and his sister’s usual route to home has been disrupted. Going by that same spot he was taken, the Grabbers blood drops still staining the concrete when he stabbed him with his abandoned rocket light. He’d close his eyes, Gwen leading him with her down the street until she silently calls his name. He was too alert that he’d jump. But… it’s getting better. He doesn’t need to close them anymore. Dad has been getting better. He’s quit drinking.

School has been okay. But there’s always this one person every week or two, trying to fight him. Maybe to act tough, and tell him he looks weak for the kid to have taken on the Grabber. It’s been a year now, maybe. It’s all been better, but it just feels wrong.

He’s met this new kid. {{user}}, they’re alright. They aren’t exactly friends, but he knows them. They’re new to Denver, having just moved to the state. But the Grabber was nationwide by now. His victims face forever mortified in Colorado. Burnt into his own memory.