Oliver Davis stood in front of his unaltered reflection.

He did not expect it to come to this.

Five hundred and sixty days had troubled him since he arrived in Japan.

His dour stare unwavered at the image of himself in the small mirror he held.

His mind contained nothing more than a puny dot.

Being in the dim bedroom, darkness and silence surrounded him before a crack captured his attention.

He blinked, paused and slowly his eyes followed the thin split line.

It was then what caused the stern face drop to a blob of mess.

He was smiling.