Never Give up Hope in Bloomington, MN

"He died at a young age."
The words hung in my mind like a noose. Thomastus didn't die, he was forced into confinement. Caged deep beneath the surface where his screams would only be heard by hollow walls. I wondered if Sambier would take him back to the original lab and if that would be my final resting place as well. How ironic would it be for our last meeting place to be where everything began for him?
His soul would never heal. His heart would break for an eternity. He would lose me time and time again in a vicious cycle of agony and I would never be strong enough to save him.