The first thing which came inside my mind as soon as I opened my eyes was I was alone inside my bedroom. No cops had come and I had heard no police siren there last night. I didn’t know when I had accidentally closed my eyes. Didn’t realize when sleep had taken over me. I had slept and had a dreamless night. It was a rare occasion. You can know the man is depressed when he is afraid of his own dreams. In dreams you see what you were used to and when you wake up then discover all of them gone. Each and every morning you feel same sensation of loss and grief. Dreams remind you. And it terrifies me all the time. The thought sometimes give me restlessness and gifts me anxiousness.

I stood on my feet in absence of pain in my joints. I went towards bathroom and relived my bladder. I washed my face and felt something gone from my face.

My wrinkles had disappeared. I soon found myself in front of the mirror with both of my hands pulling my cheeks.

In a sudden he I started to look ten years younger. Even the slight traces of vitiligo on my chin were gone. I didn’t know if it had happened in a last day or overnight. I hadn’t seen the mirror last night. I never had seen mirror for a long time because I believed there was nothing more left to see.

Never had wanted to see my own ugly old face stare back at me with yellow and bloodshot veined eyes.

I ran out of the bathroom and gasped in horror.

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"What has the kid done to me?" I began to question myself with nobody to answer. It was nice thing to happen to me, of course, but what I had seen was far away from being nice.

I spent rest of the morning by grabbing a hand mirror in the balcony. My wrinkles weren’t gone but wasn’t clearly visible from distance. But I didn’t want to get rid of wrinkles. I wanted to get rid of the man whom I didn’t even know.

My depression had been replaced by very odd palpation which was beyond description. But it wasn’t as nasty as being depressed alone. I still choose the indescribable feeling rather than depression.

I spent my time in lawn by listening to the neighbors. I didn’t want to show anyone I could walk as any other young man so I had gripped a stick. Still the ease of my walk was noticeable for neighbors.

Nobody asked me about my face. I wondered if my face had grown wrinkles again or what since no one was asking about my face. But no one was asking about my walk either. I touched my face with my now softer hands and found it to be smooth.

But I couldn’t stay in here like this. Lord had given me feet so I must walk no matter whatever I encounter in my way. I then began to walk on Eckenstam Johnson Road again to head towards Markeenz. Lord has given me face. I must use it wise.

It took me just twenty minutes, exactly half of time I had taken last time, to reach in there. In the way I found my lost stick. I knelt down and had a look at the old stick which I had been calling Leg.

I ran towards the crater but didn’t see the bicycle. I crossed the crater and rushed down towards the tree where the kid had been killed but neither there was his body nor any traces of blood.

"I knew you would come." I heard someone from sideways.