“Will we ever see him again?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where is he?”
“He is lost. Lost himself, lost in himself. Lost in some hidden pocket of space-time. In the awkward airspace of in-betweens. That limbo in between past and present, in between dreaming and waking up… He is somewhere in there.”
“How do we bring him back?”
“We must keep his memories alive – to light his path, so to speak. But apart from that, I’m afraid he must find his way back on his own.”
“But you don’t have to leave, do you? Come, stay with us and we can go back to how things used to be… remember?
Come back home. Please.
“Home? I don’t know what that means anymore.”