The Pale Man

Memories are a fickle thing. You remember certain things, you forget some others. It was all about presentation, really. Events have to leave a lasting imprint if you're ever going to want something to look back on one day, in which case yesterday would be something, even if my brain shrunk to the side of a goldfish, I'd never forget. 

It wasn't exactly the homecoming reunion I had in mind. I wasn't as shortsighted as I may seem sometimes now, before I even departed for the journey home, I was long expecting something memorable to happen already. 

After almost a year apart, after everything that's happened, hell, it'd be a more bizarre notion if nothing happened at all. But out of all things I could imagine, I never expected, well… this.