halfway where?

who knows.

maybe to heaven, maybe to hell.

I don't function in cold.

It brings back bad memories...

Medallion is freezing.

She wants to see the stars...

But I am too afraid.

Still, I smile, and I let myself draw.

Medallion likes my art.

I can see things.

They tell me to draw what I see.

Sometimes, I see nothing, and sometimes there is so much that I can not focus.

I can recognize things, sometimes.

It's slow.

I am still lost.

But... maybe I'm not lost alone.

Maybe there's a voice over the radio, with directions.

Maybe I'm not lost.

Just off track.