He's become the voice in my head, but instead of driving me crazy he keeps me sane. He reminds me of the things I forget. The truth that I begin to doubt. He sits beside me sometimes, I can't see but I can sense him there. Not a ghost but still he's there. And he tells me things that no one else can hear. Sooner or later the world will see me as innocent again and it won't just be the whispers of a dead man that remind me. I'll be free.