Things We Lost in the Fire

Memories are fickle things, they're responsible for who we are, what we do, how we act, and in their absence? What's left for the survivors, but to scavenge the ruins of mysterious circumstance? To push forward into the treacherous unknown? But sometimes, in order to move forward, we must go back. Life won't pull its punches, so neither will he and at least he's not in this alone.