Tonight, like every night for the last eleven months Christopher waits for death. His savior in dark, wraith held high in hand letting loose of the bounds of earth. Once strong, once brave once a source of respect and admiration, now he creates just pity in others eyes. Called brave, congratulated for his actions, truth is he won't do it again. In sleep Christopher returns to life as it was before, treasuring it never wishing to wake, hoping death does arrive.