Ever the reader, ever the researcher, I collected all I could. The tomes themselves exuded a rich, musty sense of history that I held invaluable. Being here made me feel complete, as if I were blanketed in the comfortable sense of order that comes from studying trials and tribulations from antiquity.
I looked into the pool at the reflected moon and caught my face looking back at me. Darkened over and cold, I realized what must change…me. I closed my eyes and exhaled, a cold breath of air rushed out in a cloud. I have a home, a family. They are here with me.