Somewhere, in his memory, that seemed right. It had the taste of truth to it. But it was so muddled with everything else, he couldn't tell if that was real or simply his imagination. It was enough to make him walk away, to the opposite wall. A moment later, his fist went through it.

"Hell, it could be the same for me. I can't tell. I thought I could stay away and it'd go away. It always had before. But it's stuck up in there. I can't shake it."