Inside the park, Captain Harris was sitting on a bench, and he also was a participant in the motion that surrounded him. The laughter of children reminded him of some phantom friends he may have lost. He shut his eyes while the sounds of guns were ringing in his head. He could still recall someone shouting, “Medic!” a long time in the past. Someone softly tapped on his shoulder shaking him. It was his granddaughter. The things that made her smile were as vital as light in utter darkness. Harris took a deep breath and focused. The memories bothered him still, though he would make no promises that he would not progress for the sake of the loved ones he had rather it be slow, day after day.
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