I wake up slowly. Wow... what the heck were those dreams about?  I cannot feel the sun. It must be still dawn or it is still the night. I look around. I see him sitting. I jump in a startle. I grab a knife from the desk. He flinches.

"There is no need for that, and you know that." He says.

"It's a bit of an old habit, something that you should know about." I spit.

"I... I know we have a lot to talk about." He says.

"I thought we've been over this. I don't have anything to say to you." I say.

"I know. It is my fault." He says.

"You think?" I glare at him. 

"Yes." He gestures.

I look at the bedside. My eyes widen. I pick it up. It was something I had long ago. Something I thought, I never cared to think of, it's back. It looks old yet still the same. It was my forest doll. It had the same scruffy little leafy hair. The same old rock button eyes. I turn back to him.

"You... you kept this old thing?" I ask. 

"Yes. I had been planning to return it to you." He says.

"Well... thanks." I say.

"We have a lot of work to do." He says,

"Okay, be honest with me, did you actually have regret when you left me there?" I ask.

"Yes, more than anything. I still have so much regret." He says.

"Okay, just tell me what to do." I say.