I know what it's like to watch things like that happen to others. Not because the world was ending, but because we all thought we'd been doomed to death in a strange land and everyone turned against each other. I was medic to the entire group, and I was also assigned to care for two small children, a brother and sister, who were all alone. I slept next to them, and they were taken from me in the night by another group native to the place who were so fast and so quiet I didn't hear them until it was too late. The kids, a good friend, and many others, aside from those who died in the crash, were stolen from us. I'm afraid horrible things might have happened to them, and now believe them to be dead.

I don't know what it's like to be Clif, West, and I will never insult him by pretending to. I still might know a little of what it's like to be where you are right now.

And I'm sorry.