A profound, resonating echo fills his thoughts, making him stop and calm his mind. He takes in a deep breath, and then slowly exhales. He continues to do so until his fingers shiver - sending a quiet shock through his spine and into his soul. The high pitch sound in his head slowly softens. He carefully takes another step, hoping the agonising screech doesn't spike up again. While barely heard, there it is, somewhere in the background. He hears it almost as a sinister laugh, mocking him, and making it seem like it will never truly disappear. If he were younger he would be angry, yet if life has taught him anything, it's that some things never change. While it yet remains, he is able to continue his long walk home - accepting that the voices will always be by his side, reminding him where he's been, and how far he still needs to go.
