Too much has changed and continues to change. What is it like to meet the one you were with in one of your lives? What is it like to remember all this again and look back. Asking questions... Questions that hurt. Behind each of the worlds there was something or... Someone... Left behind. The jokes are over. There is no longer any way to run and hide. They are behind you... Vulnerable and weak. Those who became everything to me. The first life has long looked like a negative... There is too little left of a person. Well... I will protect them as best I can... As I am used to.