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When we got to my building I led the way up to my room. It was a crappy old building, made from ash and blood bricks it was as if someone had taken black clay and formed it into a crude apartment building.

As we got to my room, I realized Alan had grown quiet. Seeking to break the awkward silence, I walked over to a drum set in the corner of my place.

"Take a seat Alan, I would love the chance to play for an audience." I lied.

In truth I hated playing in a non-open mike setting. but anything was better than the stony silence that came to cloud the air even more then the ash that constently did, it was defienitly better than the guilt that had settled into my gut.

As I started out with something slow and rythmic, it grew harder and heavier. I realized why the feeling was bothering me so much, it had been literally millenia since I had last felt it. Why, I wondered, was I feeling this....nothing I had done...nothing had made me feel this way since I got here.

I remeber clawing my way over a pile of screaming people to be the first on land. I remeber turning my back on all of them...and not giving a damn...I've robbed, stolen, and cheated. Yet nothing effected me...yet Alan did.

Eventually as the timeless evening wore on, he ended up where I had orginally planned. Side by side in my bed. However....we did not do what I had planned instead..we layed there. Eventually, I spoke my voice almost catching in my throat.

"Alan, do you remeber anything about your past life?" I asked

"I....I don't really remeber anything besides waking up....out there.." he shuddered.

"What?!! You mean the docks right?" I asked suprised.

Whenever a person blocks out there memory they always start from the moment they were resqued from the pits. Yet he claimed his started in the pits...no ones mind could be that sadistic...

"No...I remeber..I was feeling so peaceful and content...then all of a sudden it begain to feel hot all around me...I never even knew what was going on." Alan seemed to whisper his voice seemed to shudder.

"Alan.." I silenced him gentely with my finger. I looked into his sightless eyes...they seemed so sad, so peircing even though they could not see, I felt stripped to my core by them, and even a kind of quiet innocence. On anyone else those words would be hollow, present company excluded of course, but with Alan....it fit him.

The tide drifted in and out as we lay there and gently drifted off to sleep....my thoughts were of him...