Walking up to the beaten down shack, Rafe wondered how anyone could have stood to live there. True it had been weather worn over the years, but Rafe could remember it distinctly as is was when Danny had lived there as a child. He hesitantly opened the door, the violent creek of the door was enough to make anyone change their minds, but Rafe persisted, for Danny.

He dusted off a chair that must have belonged to the kitchen at one time, and Rafe was suprised to discover there wasn't much furniture in the house at all. He continued to walk around discovering things about his best friend's life that prehaps he had never know, or taken into consideration.

He would occasionally trip on a beer bottle no doubtedly left by Danny's father. Finally he reached Danny's room, he himself had never been in the Walker's home, well make that house, a home requires love, but Rafe knew this was Danny's room because there were some toy planes on the ground. Rafe smiled but it was soon followed by a frown, because as his eyes scanned the room he found that there was only a rickety bed, small window, and a shoe box. Rafe couldn't even imagine living like that. He layed on the bed trying to feel what Danny might have felt living there, looking around he spotted the small window, broken and stained a bit of red. Feeling lonely Rafe picked up the shoe box and some of the planes and returned to the chair he had previously dusted and sat down. Rafe opened up Danny's bag.

He pulled out a small photo album, journal, some clothes, some papers, and old letters.