Prologue - Eulogy

She buried him on top of a bluff overlooking the water of some New England bay or inlet.

It was dark, and she had driven for hours through winding roads without paying attention to where she was going. She wanted to be sure that she could never come back again. The old man had told her to forget, to let him go entirely, and so she would.

So she threw the last of the dirt back onto the pile, dropped the shovel, walked back to the van, and drove away.

Alone.

Where's my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is gone?
Gone?