The Keeper of Souls

The keeper of souls opens the sliding door and limps into my apartment. He busies himself making tea as i try to regain my bearings. I'm horribly confused, but so is the old man. It's swirls of time. Maybe things got dislocated. But this should have been part of your prefing. Do you not remember? There is a hazy recollection. Memory can be complicated as well, particularly contractorsit's your first time and only a short stand it's not fair what you're doing to them. You've ripped them from their families, their places.