In Amsterdam,

I dreamt I saw my mother again.

Same beautiful pale blue eyes.

This is the one I was talking about.

When I lost her...

I lost sight of any landmark

that might have led me some place happier.

You're the boy, aren't you?

The boy whose mother was killed?

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We all feel afraid sometimes.

You never know...

what's going to decide your future.

To lose something...

that should have been immortal...

Please, tell me...

it isn't true.