Kalamazoo
No matter the circumstances, Jin had pleasant memories to relax in, even if he was seated in a barn, he could still recall a better time. A time when there were companions – in the end, his friends – to watch over (more or less), to listen to and to live with.
The memory he visited the most often was that of their last day together, before they reached the crossroads. She had taken her place between them as they marched three abreast and they all savored that last moment before she released them. She lingered the longest, hand aloft.