This is where it ended for me.

My time with the A.G. was over in some small, useless town. In New Jersey, no less.

That was a year ago.

I took a friend a mine, a woman named Melia Turnwell, to this spot. I needed to go back, but I couldn't do it alone. I figured to take the company of a lovely woman to ease myself into the tiny corner where everything I knew left me.

It helped.

Perhaps one day I will clear out the trees and get a better picture. I know it doesn't seem like much or even if you can see anything. But it's there.

My thanks to Ms. Turnwell. Without her, I may have never gone back.