Christmas morning passed by rather quickly. He spent most of it asleep in his bedroom. In reality, though, he hadn't been sleeping very well. He had tried. He really had. But every time that he closed his eyes for longer than two seconds, he ended up dreaming about her. About their time together. Memories flashed through his mind constantly, refusing to leave him alone. He tried to push those memories aside as best he could. He wasn't thinking about that right now. That's not what he was here to do. He was here to deal with something else entirely.

But as soon as he woke up, he found himself unable...