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Ghostbur decided, right here, right now, that this was the best thing to happen to him. That this was the best day ever.
Since Ghostbur had arrived in the sanctuary, nearly every day there had been wonderful. Days in the sun and time spent with family and friends. Between meeting new people and re-meeting old people for the first time, there was a lot to do! Almost everyone wanted to spend some time and get to know the new guy. Days were long and filled with fun, and nights were full of stargazing and calm chatter and sometimes party games.
And while it was fun and Ghostbur loved the attention, he also rarely got time alone. That wasn’t a bad thing, per say, and he liked being around the others. He also enjoyed the time he could spend just recording his days in the new journal WIlbur had given him (he was determined to not forget any of this, in case it was all taken away from him) or listening to the birds. Most of the time it was good.
Not all the time though.
There were days where the homesickness grew so much it felt like it was bleeding out of him. That it infected everything it touched and everyone he saw. So one day when he felt particularly sick, he asked Scott if he could explore the forest behind his house. High on the hill and so near the border, Ghostbur could feel some solitude. So that this sadness could only bleed onto the trees, grass, and nearby animals, who could absorb it better than precious objects or people.
Scott had obliged, simply reminding Casper to remember where he came, to not go too near the border for fear of encountering other people, and to shout real loud if he was in danger.
So Ghostbur created a path through the flowers and winding oak and birch. He took the time to smell the flowers, quite literally. He collected them too. Perhaps he could add them to the greenhouse or simply a vase in his room.
He loved the cornflowers and the lilies of the valley, ironic since those flowers were on top of a hill. He was examining one on the ground, and had several in his arms when he heard the ‘Baa’ of a sheep.
His head darted up and he saw a sheep just half-behind a tree. Ghostbur stood up again to see its flock behind it, grazing on the grass. It was a nice familiar sights. But one sheep stood out from the others. One whose wool didn’t match the white and grey of the others.
A sheep with blue wool.
It was like time stopped for a moment. Ghostbur could hardly take in what he was seeing. Surely this wasn’t Friend and was just simply some doppelganger! Then he had no reason why his hands were shaking and threatening to drop the flowers. He had no reason why he was just standing here instead of looking away or going closer or doing anything but just standing and staring. No, there was no reason for Ghostbur to be making all this fuss.
After all, if it's too good to be true it probably isn’t, right?
Ghostbur was starting to believe that less and less with each passing day in this new place.
All he could do was stand and stare and the sheep, Friend stared back. Then, slowly, the crowd of sheep dispersed enough and made a path for Friend to go to Ghostbur.
Friend slowly approached and as they did, all of Ghostbur’s doubt melted away. Like two ends of a magnet repelling each other away. Eventually Friend got right up to Ghostbur, and he was sure. This was Friend.
“Friend?” Ghostbur asked, dropping the flowers and already blinking back tears.
The sheep just responded with a ‘baa,’ but it made Ghostbur sob and fall to his knees to hug the sheep. It had been so long. This was the only thing he had wanted for so long, the last thing that was needed to make the paradise complete. The sun felt warm and the flowers around them were beautiful and it felt magical. He was holding the world in his arms.
***
Ghostbur left the forest feeling a million times better than when he entered it. A certain blue sheep was trailing close behind him, even without a leash or wheat, as Ghostbur skipped along. He was elated, he was practically bouncing off the walls, even though there were no walls, because they were outside.
Scott was in the middle of gathering the wheat in his field when he saw Casper approach.
“Scott! Scott!” Ghostbur shouted and ran up to Scott, but stopped short of the field so as to not trample the crops.
“Oh! Casper! You look a lot better than when I last saw you,” Scott laughed, “Whats up?”
Ghostbur dramatically stepped to the side to show off the sheep, “Meet Friend!” His simile was bigger than it had been all day.
Scotts eyes lit up when he saw the sheep. “Aww! So cute!” He ran forward to coo at Friend and went to scratch his head. “Wait,” Scott removed his hand, looking guilty, “Sorry, can I pet ‘em?”
“You’re good, haha! He likes pets,” Ghostbur paused, “But, do you have a lead somewhere I could use?”
Scott was already mid-petting Friend again, “Oh!” He stood up quickly, “Yes yes of course, one second. Just bring your friend around front.”
Ghostbur began to follow Scott, “It’s just Friend.”
“Right,” Scott corrected himself.
They came around the front of the house, it was beautiful with a purple sparkly roof. The porch is large and oversees the private wheat fields. Well, not private necessarily, but harder to get to. The view from the top of the cliff over the sanctuary is beautiful. He could see the Pube like it was in a valley, he could see Sneeg’s tree, and in the distance he could just make out Jack’s volcano. Below him he knew were Tommy and Ranboo’s caves.
Though Ghostbur couldn’t see it, he knew Tommy had a treehouse just a bit to the left of Scott’s home, up on the cliffs here. This is where he actually slept, and people knew where it was (Tommy showed it to him a couple of days ago), but you had to be invited in. It was a more private place, as such he was more often found in his cave home.
Scott darted quickly inside. Friend came up and butted his head against Ghostbur’s leg affectionately and his heart melted again. He reached down to scratch his head and behind his ear.
Friend was just simply just amazing, Ghostbur was marveled how such a small creature could hold so much love. He wonders if Friend actually remembers him or if it was something like fate that brought this version of Friend to him.
Either way he didn’t care, Friend is here , they came back to him . That was all that mattered.
Scott came back a short bit later holding a lead in hand.
“Here you go!” Scott said and handed it over.
“Thanks!” Ghostbur quickly loosened it and fit it around Friends neck. Not too tight, but not so loose that it would fall off. Friend couldn’t get lost. Ghostbur doesn’t know what he would do if he lost Friend.
“Let's go show Friend around,” Scott offered.
“Oh that's a great idea! Oh we should have everyone meet Friend! I can’t wait for them all to see him!” Ghostbur exclaimed.
***
After carefully making their way down the cliff, which involved a lot of walking all the way around and then crossing the river twice, they finally made it to the main village area.
Sneeg found them first and there was basically no introduction done. One second they saw him and the next he was neck deep in Friends wool. And with his blue cloak he was even harder to spot in the fluff. He seemed to be having fun and was giggling to himself, so they decided to leave him be.
The next people they found were Tubbo and Tommy. Who knows what terrible plan they were concocting before they got distracted by the blue sheep at Casper and Scott’s side. They absolutely loved him and were just as happy to see Friend as Ghostbur was.
Friend seemed to be loving all the attention he was suddenly getting.
Ghostbur was not too excited for whenever Wilbur had to meet Friend. He remembered from limbo that Revivebur didn’t exactly treat Friend….well. Or like Ghostbur did. He knew that this Wilbur and his Alivebur are different, but the fear was still there.
But when they came across Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo’s enthusiasm over the sheep seemed to bleed onto Wilbur as well and it was fine. In fact he seemed to be happy that Friend was there, and recognized it as Ghostbur’s sheep. He wondered if Wilbur remembered what he told him about Friend from before. He wondered if Wilbur was thinking about that now.
Ghostbur and crew ended up spending the rest of the day just playing with Friend. They ran around, and tried to get Sneeg thrown off the back of Friend. Scott would launch Tommy and Wilbur into the air to help them “fly” even though Tommy could only barely glide and Wilbur would just fall. Tubbo flew in slow circles around them and gathered flowers to give to Sneeg to put all through Friend’s wool.
The sun began to set all too soon and even though Tubbo and Tommy were trying to make it seem they were less tired than they actually were, Phil found them and scolded them to go take a break. They reluctantly walked away from the pube, chatting all the while. At the notion of the duo leaving, Scott took his departure as well.
As much as Ghostbur hated to see them leave, that was not the issue here.
“Aww Phil, c’mon why can’t Friend go up to the Pube?” Ghostbur whined.
“I literally just-,” Phil sighed, “I just said so many reasons but ok. He would make a mess in the house, there is nowhere to keep him outside of the house up there, you can't get him up, you can't get him down .”
“Oh, but Phil! What if Friend gets lonely down here, all alone all night?”
“Friend will be fine, we can build a nice stable for him right now.”
Ghostbur looked from Friend to Phil, “No he won’t!”
Phil sighed, “Friend was made to sleep out in the field at night. He’s not coming up to the Pube.” Phil said with finality to his voice.
Ghostbur stood frustrated. Fine then, if Phil wasn’t letting Friend up to the Pube, then Ghostbur was staying down here. He didn’t want to leave Friend for a second.
“Alright then,” Ghostbur started
Phil breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you-”
“I’ll just have to sleep down here!” Ghostbur said, with a bit more confidence to his voice than before.
“What!” Phil shouted, exasperated, but still achingly fond. Ghostbur was getting better at reading tone these days.
“Yup! Friend cannot sleep alone, so I’ll just have to sleep down here,” He decided to ramp up the pity factor, “On the ground… exposed to the monsters… but it will be worth it” Ghostbur said with some dramatics. Phil just held his head in his hands.
“If you are so dead set on sleeping down here, just make a house! Or spend the night in Tommy’s cave,” Phil suggested.
Ghostbur hadn’t thought about making his own house. He supposed he would have to eventually, but he hasn’t really had a home since… Well, he didn’t like to think about that. And while that home with its library of knowledge is gone, maybe he could create something similar here. Something that could remind him of home.
Ghostbur gave a smile, “Yeah… yeah! I’ll spend the night in Tommy’s and in the morning I’ll make my own place!”
“Alright,” Phil said fondly, “I’ll help you move your stuff down here for tonight.”
Ghostbur beamed at that. Phil supported this, Phil was helping him. He was okay.
***
Ghostbur was able to use the spare bed in Tommy’s cave room, with a bit of grumbling from Tommy. The room was sparse and there were feathers everywhere. It was able to keep out the cold and keep Friend inside with him, and keeping Friend out of the cold was the only reason that Ghostbur wanted to sleep next to him. Definitely.
Ok, maybe Ghostbur was a bit afraid that he could lose him again. But it was a reasonable fear! Or so he told himself. It was reasonable.
That’s why Ghostbur was still awake. Friend had long fallen asleep at the foot of the bed, but Ghostbur was left, staring at the door across the room. He wrapped himself in all the blankets left on the bed, like a cocoon. Despite the warmth around him, the anxiety he felt kept him cold.
He was left shivering under two blankets and his nightshirt.
He wasn’t really paying attention to anything but the door and the buzzing anxiety swirling in his chest, so he didn't notice when Friend woke up until they let out a, “Beeh?”
Ghostbur eyes shot down to see Friend’s head perked up, looking at him curiously.
“Oh, hello. Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked, not expecting a response. He didn’t get one, but he placed his hand on Friend’s head and Friend gave a bleat in appreciation. Ghostbur continued to give Friend some pats before commenting.
“I should go to sleep, shouldn’t I? Heh, I don’t even know what time it is.” Ghostbur removed his hand to lay down on the bed, still all wrapped up. Friend shifted to put his head on top of the mattress. The bed was low to the ground, so it wasn’t that hard for the sheep.
Something warm filled Ghostbur at the gesture, chasing away all the anxiety he was facing. He rested his hand on Friend's head once more. Here, turned on his side, Friend close to him, he finally felt the tethers of sleep dragging him down.
“Goodnight Friend,” Ghostbur mumbled.
Friend didn’t respond, because they were a sheep.
***
Ghostbur slept in late, grateful he could without the sun or the wind disturbing him. Taking Friend out and stealing some food for breakfast, he was ready to start on his main objective of today.
Which was figuring out how to best recreate his sewer home in this new place.
He figured his best bet would be to look at a couple different cliffsides and start digging in from there. Making his home near Tommy’s room sounded nice, though there might not be enough space in the cliffside for himself, Tommy, and Ranboo.
He could make it below Phil’s house on the mountainside, but that wouldn’t really be a place for a sewer, would it? No, a sewer would be below buildings. With that genius idea Ghostbur began to wander around (Friend in tow) looking below him to see if there were any easy caves he could transform into his new old home.
Walking by the wheat field, by Sneeg’s treehouse, by the… graveyard? That was new, within the past couple of days at most.
It was a lovely structure, the short walls and vines and bushes making it look a beautiful kind of overgrown. That is if you ignored the obviously spoof graves within the site. There were graves with all the members of the sanctuary. Each person’s name was horribly misspelled and given extravagant causes of death. There were even people here that Casper never met. Maybe they really had died.
Casper was not given a grave. He doesn’t know whether to feel happy about that, or sad.
“Admiring my beautiful creation?”
Ghostbur turns around to see Beau standing at the entrance to the graveyard. He had met her briefly in his main tour of the sanctuary. She pushed some of her split-dyed black and blonde hair out of her eyes.
She took a step into the graveyard and said, “I made this a few days ago for Halloween, it’s coming up, y’know?”
“Oh yeah! I must have lost track of time. I forgot about Halloween,” Ghostbur paused, “Hey, I noticed I didn't get a grave.”
“Yeah… sorry ‘bout that,” Beau rubbed the back of her neck guilty and her white and gold wings closed tighter to her back. “No offense but I don't really know you well enough to give you a proper grave that you would both find funny but also offend you slightly. And I was kinda running out of space.”
It was true, the graveyard was quite cramped, some graves were shoved in the corners.
Beau gentured to the back of the graveyard, “If I extended it any more than Charlie would get mad at me because supposedly it would be too close to the entrance of the sewer even though that actually so far away-”
Sewer.
She said sewer.
There was a sewer already here! Apparently Charlie lived there, Ghostbur didn’t know much about the slime as he did about Beau, he only met Charlie on his first introduction of everyone. But if he had a sewer, maybe Ghostbur could convince him to let him make his home in the sewer as well!
“-and there's honestly no reason-”
“What did you say about a sewer? Where is it?”
“Charlie's thing? Just a bit past this, it's like a grate in the ground. Why?” Beau answered.
“Nothing, thank you!” Ghostbur said and took off, leaving a confused and slightly offended Beau.
Ghostbur began to leave before realizing that Friend was still behind him on a leash.
Ghostbur looked around quickly before finding a fence near the wheat farm and leashed Friend up there. He shouted at Beau to watch Friend before he took off. Beau let out a squawk in confusion.
Ghostbur climbed over the walls of the graveyard, going straight though instead of leaving and going around. Beau ended up being right, not too far behind from the graveyard, was a large grate in the ground.
Ghostbur looked into the sewer grate, finding the bottom mostly dark, with some slime at the bottom. The bars were plenty wide enough for Ghostbur to drop down and bounce on the slime to stop his fall. He always found slime fun, bouncing as high as you could. When Ghostbur stopped bouncing, he noticed a ladder on the side of the shaft. To his left, a tunnel. It wasn’t a long tunnel, and he could see that at the end it emptied out into the water-filled ravine below Ranboo and Tommy’s houses.
The tunnel wasn’t nice at all, it wasn’t even a pretty sewer like the one he had constructed in New L’manberg. Ghostbur can fix that, however. He wanted to make this whole place beautiful. Lit with lanterns and with walkways on the sides for the water in the middle. Different types of stone in the walls, moss tactfully placed about.
But none of what he was envisioning could happen if he didn’t manage to convince the person sitting at the end of the sewer.
Well, first impressions are important.
“Hello!” Ghostbur gave a shout and a friendly wave.
Charlie snapped his head behind him to see who shouted at him. The green goop that he seemed to be composed of dripped slightly off of him, and was flung by the sudden movement.
“Oh, hello Casper!” Charlie gave a cheerful greeting and stood up. Ghostbur met him at the end of the hallway.
“I like your sewer, I used to live in a sewer, once,” Ghostbur admires.
“Thank you! I’m glad my humble abode is up to your sewer living standards,” Charlie said happily.
“Well, there are some things that could be improved on…If you would let me, I'd love to fix this up!” Ghostbur smiled.
“Well, since you are a sewer expert, you would know what's best to make a good sewer.”
“I am a sewer expert! Well, I only lived in one sewer, but I made it myself! It was lovely. I’d love to live in the sewer again,” Ghostbur stared longingly at the walls of it.
“I wouldn’t mind a roommate. You are welcome to stay here Casper!”
Ghostbur gave the biggest grin, “Well then, let's get to work!”
***
They spent the day renovating the sewer. Opening up two passages on the side to become Charlie and Casper’s rooms respectively. Ghostbur hated being away from Friend for so long so eventually he brought Friend down the side of the bank, along the cliff where the sewer was built into and into the exit of the sewer. Where it opened into the water ravine. While it wasn't the most convenient of ways or the safest, Ghostbur would do it a thousand times to keep Friend with him.
Ghostbur even found Tubbo later, when he was going up from the sewer to get lunch, and asked him to work on creating a better pathway down the slope. And a secret entrance that would lead to his room! Tubbo readily agreed, asking for a couple of diamonds in return. Ghostbur did not have any diamonds, but he figured he would just steal some from Wilbur or Tommy. They would understand.
Charlie and Ghostbur spent lots of time gathering stone, making it into slabs and stairs, and building their own rooms. Ghostbur remembered what his room was like back in New L’manburg, it was Charlie that was the issue.
See, Charlie had just lived in “The Sewer” since he “joined” the sanctuary. “Joined” in quotes because apparently Charlie just wandered in one day. No one knew where he came from but since he was a hybrid as well (was he a hybrid at all? Or was he just a slime?) no one had the heart to turn him away.
So he had no idea what to do with his room. Sure he could just have the bare necessities, but that didn’t really feel like home, did it?
“What do you like, Charlie? Like do you have any hobbies?” Ghostbur asked while the two were standing in the empty room.
“Well, Phil says I do ‘people watching’ a lot.”
Yay. Something that could not easily be translated into room decor. Unless you wanted to put up pictures of people you took of them without them knowing like some sort of stalker. So obviously that was a no-go.
“Well, not much I can do about that… Maybe I just make some general decor? Do you like plants?” Ghostbur asked.
“Plants? Sure, I like plants,” Charlie replied.
“Good good.”
Ghostbur began to envision the room. Yes, shelves could go there, and he could make a partition wall here, the furnace and smoker would go against that wall. There would be chests on that wall, all labeled, and he could probably get a painting from somewhere. Ghostbur ran off to go get some paper so he could sketch out his idea, leaving a confused Charlie yet again.
The blueprints for the rest of the sewer lay scattered on a makeshift table near the exit of the sewer, because of the light coming in. There were extra rolls of paper on the table, and so Ghostbur tore off a piece, grabbed one of the wooden boards, and ran back to the room. He made sure to not accidentally drop any of the papers on the damp ground (they have yet to put the water in).
Ghostbur began by sketching the empty room, before adding things in where he thought best. In no time, the basic sketch was done. It wasn’t neat like any architect’s blueprints, Ghostbur didn’t even have a ruler, but it was enough. When Charlie looked over his shoulder he was able to see Ghostbur’s vision.
“What do you think?” Ghostbur asked and turned to look at Charlie.
He could see that Charlie’s eyes sparkled with wonder. “This looks amazing, Casper!”
Ghostbur beamed before he started, “Ok ok, go and grab some of the oak wood we collected. Let’s do this!”
So they got the wood and Charlie began crafting everything they would need for both of their rooms. Which means collecting a lot of books. Which took quite a while. Ghostbur would suggest making the books, but he assumed that Charlie knew how to make books (he didn’t) and the process took a long time. So they just got books for Charlie and Ghostbur would fill his own bookshelves.
Ghostbur worked on creating the stone in the walls and making sidewalks on the edges of the sewer, wide enough for one person to walk comfortably. Then he began to fill in some of the cracks in the messy job of hollowing out this area with smaller stones, sometimes using moss and types of mortar to fill in the gaps. When he was done, he began to do the same process to his room. Adding a bit more texture to his walls by mixing other types of stone in the gaps.
If you were coming down the sewer, Ghostbur’s room would be on the left, and Charlie’s on the right. And when Charlie finished with his crafting he began to place things according to the blueprints that Ghostbur left.
Ghostbur stopped him for a second to even out the floor of his room with more stones, but Charlie refused to let Ghostbur flatten the walls, so he let it be. With confirmation that Charlie was well underway with his own room, and could handle the design Ghostbur laid out, he began to work on his own room.
The idea was to make it resemble his old sewer home as much as possible. He tried to sketch out what he remembered the room to look like, but quickly gave up on the idea. It would be better to just start and he would see what looked good and what didn't. But there was a problem pretty immediately. The front room of his abode was like a brewery, everything you needed to make a potion was there. Several brewing stands, a nether wart farm, chests full of ingredients, but most of that stuff all came from the Nether.
The Nether was dangerous. It would be a full day’s trip to collect everything he needed, maybe even two, since there were a lot of components he needed if he wanted to stock up on it. So since he was just building it right now, he thought it best to leave that task for another day, maybe he could get Jack to help him to make it easier.
So for now he made his furnace, and his smoker, and worked on his campfire in the corner. He made the section that went back the way he came and down where the library was. All that were there were empty shelves at the moment, but Ghosbur put his diary laying flat on one of them.
The room made him sad. Made him remember all those important documents of L’manburg that he left behind, that were-
Well, now he would just need to fill his own shelves with books! Maybe Wilbur had some storybooks that he’d be willing to give him. He bet that Phil would.
In any case he worked back and forth between the two rooms, debating where should he put the nether wart farm and where should be his book press (he didn’t have one now, but he thought someone had mentioned a town, hopefully he could find one there) and weather the upper and lower parts of the room should be open-concept or if there should be a door like how he remembered.
That was the debate he had with a lot of this room. Did he want to make a perfect replica of what was, or did he want to improve it, change it for a different setting.
At some point in the late afternoon, Charlie came in to check on Casper’s progress. His room was pretty much done. Without all the potion-making stuff and the book-making stuff and the books his room just looked bare. Warm lanterns were placed all around the room, helping to light everything up.
“Oh, right! I wanted to say that Wilbur is here to see you!” Charlie suddenly realized after some conversation.
“Why didn’t you start with that!” Ghostbur shouted and abandoned his lantern-making.
Wilbur stood in the “hallway” of the sewer, in the middle where there was no currently flowing water.
“Sorry, Wilbur, didn’t realize I was keeping you waiting,” Ghostbur rubbed his neck embarrassingly.
“It’s cool. This place looks a lot better, you did this?” He asked. Ghostbur nodded enthusiastically.
“Mhm! Now I’m roommates with Charlie!”
“Yeah! We’re roommates!” Charlie shouted from behind Ghostbur. Honestly Charlie and Casper got along so well, they didn’t know how they didn’t become friends sooner.
“Well, if you're moving, I thought I’d get you some housewarming gifts, I heard you like books?”
“Yeah! I’m even building a library, but I don't have a lot of books right now, so It’s pretty empty.”
“Well consider this some help in that endeavor,” Wilbur smiled and pulled out several books from his inventory of various sizes. Ghostbur gasped in delight. “I thought I’d pull out some books I don’t need anymore, turns out I have a lot of them. These are just a few, here,” Wilbur handed some of the books over, “I’ll help to carry them in and put them on shelves, ok?”
“Ok!” Ghostbur cheered and ran inside his room down through the landing (which he decided would be open-concept) and temporarily placed the books on the chair in front of the fire. Wilbur followed behind, taking in the room.
“Looks a bit empty,” Wilbur commented, “But I like what you have!” he reassured.
“Yeah I’m working on that, this will help!”
So Wilbur set his books down and began taking out the rest of them and setting them along the couch (which was next to the chair, another change). Ghostbur directed where the books should go, sometimes asking for the genre so he could organize them properly. There was one plie of smaller books set aside, that Wilbur seemed to ignore.
When he finished, his shelves weren’t full, but they were considerably more full than they were before. Which was not full at all, so he supposed that adding any books would have made it more full.
“Wow! We did it! This looks great Wilbur, thank you for these! I’ll try to read some,” Ghostbur said.
“Not so fast, I have a few more journals for you as well. Write or draw or whatever, these are yours.” Wilbur picked up the final stack that he ignored before and handed the three books to him.
One was stained a dark red, the other in a simple brown, but one was stained blue. He liked the blue one most.
“Thank you, really,” Ghostbur took the books and put them directly on the side table next to the chair.
“Anytime. If you need any more books, you can just head over to my house.”
“Thank you. I’m really more interested in making books, it’s fun,” Ghostbur said.
“Oh! I have some stuff for that in my house as well. I don’t do book-binding much anymore, so you are free to take the stuff, just come by tomorrow or something!” Wilbur smiled.
“Ok!” Ghostbur said excitedly. This felt like home. He had his room, his new friends, he felt safe and warm for the first time in a long time.
Later that night, Ghostbur sat up by the fire. He wrote in the new blue journal Wilbur had given him. The first page had the title, ‘What I Remember’ and he spent most of his night recalling all he remembered of his time as Wilbur, and as Ghostbur. Even the painful parts, and he even felt grateful he no longer had to strain to remember them.
It was like a pale resemblance to what he used to do, spend nights in a chair like this, trying his damn hardest to remember what he did wrong. Now, he sat easily and recalled what happened to him, going into detail on things he didn’t even tell Wilbur. He didn’t want to miss any detail. He never wanted to forget again.
He didn't finish that book that night. But after several, he would. It helped and he felt whole.