She didn't realize she was crying until she reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face, and felt the warm trails of tears dripping from her eyelashes onto her cheek. She wiped her eyes and nose on the sleeve of her coat, kneeling down in front of the gray headstone she traced the etched letters on the hard, cold surface.  "Long time no see, Adam."

"Adam, I want my name to be Adam." Adam remembers his early childhood, and explores his recent relationships.