Outside, the air was crisp and clear. The full moon was shining bright upon the small suburban home. The inside of the house was mostly dark with a few small lights that struggled to peirce the overwhelming blanket of darkness. He only sat and moved the fingers of his hand, searching for something, but unsure of what. At any moment someone could walk right throught the front door. But he did not care. He only wanted to finish a thought, an incomplete thought, but a thought nonetheless. He sat and wondered when the door would be thrust open by one firmiliar presence and being. But he did not want to wait, for waiting was something that kept him guessing, something he did not like to do. He knew he was not yet done, but he could not hold back any longer. It was his time. And so he stopped. Moved his hand a little farther, guiding the arrow on the screen, and moved his finger once more, now closer, closer, and “click”.