~Interlude~

It was dark when the light came and he blinked. It hurt. He wanted to cry, and would have if he'd only known how. Or was he already. It was hard for him to tell in the light.

So much to see, things disappeared and existed at the merest whim of the light. He saw familiar objects for the first time. He found himself lost and bewildered by the world now surrounding him. How did he get there? Where was he? Where was home?

Everything and nothing joined hands in the light and he was more frightened than he had ever thought possible. How could he have lived so long without knowing so much was? Should he have known that so much *wasn't*?

It hurt. And so he closed his eyes to the light, returning to the comfort of the dark he had always known and believed in. It wasn't the same as before, he knew, because now - he knew - but he could pretend.