Years ago, I wrote I'll Come Back To You. I felt the urge to write and so I picked up a pen and the words came flooding out of me. I finished my story and picked up another one, but after writing so much, I began to feel like I was forcing myself to write, rather than the words flowing out of me. I lost interest, and thus, I feel I must apologize. However, years later, I felt that itch that I felt so long ago. That itch to write a story again. And I remembered that I left my story I'll Come Back To You open with a promise that they would visit the cabin in winter. The title I picked out stuck out to me as well. I finished writing the story and the title seemed to fit instantly. I'll come back to you. Perhaps this was a promise that I made to myself because I knew that I would feel like I was forcing myself to write eventually, but I would feel that urge to write again some day. And so, after so many years, I proudly present the second part of my story.