I try not to think about the ones who are no longer with us. It's been a long year and it hurts every time I remember. When I left home, I thought that I was a man but, in reality, I didn't know what that means. I now understand... and I don't want to be one any more. I want to go back to the way things were before I met the travelers. I want to go back to my blissful ignorance. I know that that is no longer possible. I have to keep moving on and see this to through. I guess I am on my way to becoming a man.