I wake up in a startle. I gasp in the air. Not again. I didn't see her face. I tried. I really tried. I grip my head. Dammit. Ten years. Ten years and still no fucking answer. I slam back into the pillows. What am I missing? There has to be something right? 

"Master? Are you alright?" My Shadow asks.

"Why do I keep going?" I ask.

"I'm sorry?" My Shadow asks.

"It's been ten years and nothing." I sigh. 

I put my arm over my face. I've searched for almost ten years. In the last year, I can't get through one night. Now more so. Every year when that time is nearing the nightmares keep pilling onto it.

"There is something. Or someone." My Shadow asks. 

"Really?" I sit up.

He hands me a photo. An old snuffy man with a beard. 

"Drug dealer I assume?" I ask.

"Yes. He's been dealing with the mark." He says.

"Where does he sell?" I ask.

"Thirty-two street. Under the bridge." He says.

Let's go pay him a visit." I was about to sit up.

Antony's hand was on my chest. Gripping my waist. I look at him. His face was pressed against the pillow. I let out a breath. 

"Tomorrow afternoon." I look up at him.

"Yes, master." My Shadow says.