Dusty corridors and haunting memories fade together in a surreal mixture of dull emotion. I've been here before. Years ago. In a dream. Sadness drips from the ceilings and chaos drifts past in slow motion. I wake up to the past. It hits me like a gray hammer in the mid-morning. Grasping to the small portion of happiness I had last night, I stagger to my feet. Drinking coffee in a strange place. A place that isn't my home. I suppose I don't really have one of those anymore anyway. Listless and emotionless, I stand in the cold wind of the new year. All sorts of possibilities on the horizon... Depending on me alone... Alone in the cold wind of the new year...