The doors were shut long ago. As soon as I left, to be exact. Perhaps it was a symbol of the true one being chosen. Perhaps it was a symbol of never returning. I don't know. They didnt just lock the doors. They were blocked off with large boards, never having a hope of being opened again. What became of the children....? I don't know. Perhaps they were moved to a different orphanage, forbidden to speak the name again. The name "Wammy's".... why I chose this day to come see it again, I dont know. Twilight is falling. I climb over the fence, something I couldnt have possibly attempted before. It seems I've grown... I take a look around me. The grass is brown, the trees withering. I walk over, the swings are rusted, but still intact. What is this feeling....? Nausea..? Nostalgia...? Whatever in the workd it is, I ignore the creeping feeling in my spine and the ache in my stomach. I sit down on a swing, one that looks sturdy enough to hold me. I still don't weigh much. That hasnt changed. I push with my feet, using as little energy as possible to get the swing going. I wasnt paying attention, and the stupid thing threw me. Like I said, not much has changed. I stand up, brushing myself off. I climb back over the gate, and go back to the office building I call "home". I hear another KIRA has come again, and this isnt the time for thinking of pointless things.