How did this happen? She was gone and then she was back, now she's gone again. I'm standing in the front doorway of my apartment and there's a crying child in my arms and I don't know what to do. She's gone, and she's never coming back, and she's left me with this child. What do I do? I look down at the baby and my mind goes blank. It's not happy. It wants its mother, but she's gone. She's not coming back, kid. I still hope that she will, but at the same time I know it's pointless. She's gone. She's gone. She's gone.
