[He has the strangest feeling like he was there. It's been some time since Midland Circle, or his injuries would be more severe. Someone must have pulled him out of that hole, and he can remember the smell of the musty old rooms with the old, scratchy sheets. The sound of rosary beads clacking against each other. The feel of a damp cloth on his forehead, the sound of robes swishing around thighs and ankles. The cadence of a Hail Mary echoing down the corridor, Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. It felt like going home.

Maybe it was just a dream.]

No. But I dream about it, sometimes. [He'd been a little troublemaker before his senses went haywire. And then he was just troubled. They probably wouldn't want him back.]

They always used to try and comfort me, telling me losing my sight was part of God's plan. That I would be called to a higher purpose. [So that's how Matthew ruined his life. He put on a Halloween costume at night and helped those that the law couldn't help. Because he was called to action, and he has to use these gifts. He has let one father down and he will not let down his father in heaven, no matter the personal cost.]

I think... I might have taken that a little too far. I don't want them to see me like this.