I don't understand how everything was a dream, I don't even remember the crash yet here I am wasting away in a room on the seventh floor of Seoul's hospital. My parents think I'm insane, all I can do is draw my days away without a word being spoken, the twelve smiling faces I remember so well, the flashes of red, white, brown and even ash coloured fur flying past me, the way time froze and water and fire filled the space around me, but most of all I drew those eyes. The eyes of the man I came to love, the warm brown eyes and the hypnotizing gold of his wolf, I can't accept none of these people actually took part in my life.

Or did they?