Locked in his body. Slater K.

BIP, HIS-S, Bip, His-s...

This is all that remains of my life: the hiss of the apparatus for the artificial ventilation of the lungs to maintain life in a motionless body.

I am a vegetable. The written off unit. Almost a corpse.

But there is something that no one knows: in fact, I am alive, just locked in my body, like in prison. And all that remains me is the memories.

about my Evie; About how three years ago someone took it from me.

I know that these memories will help to find her. They gather together from many small details, like a puzzle.

three years ago I made a terrible mistake. Three years ago, I did not contact who followed. Three years ago, I terribly failed my loved one...

And now I am obliged to find a way to be heard to help Evy to be.