Key knows that throughout his entire life he had never felt at home in any of the various cities he lived in. He was merely a tenant. There had only ever been one time when he was far younger caught up in the illusions and dreams that the future held for him. For a few short years Key had found his home - not in a place but a person. A person so perfect he sometimes wonders if was all real. It had to be though as the heartache from the distant past still throbbed violently within his chest. He couldn't forget it.