Isamu: murderer or soul mate? Plucking off the petals of all the daisies on this planet would not help me answer that question and yet...the ghost of my old self had told me he was Courage.

At the Pensacola airport, I handed the flight attendant my boarding pass while I silently regurgitated the question that had been tearing me apart for the last ten days or so. Every time Isamu and I spoke on the phone. Every time I hung up and questioned my confused state. Every time I ...