Passerbys don't notice the glowing boy sitting by the barrels at the back of the tavern.
If you look closely, his face is filled with pure happiness and love as he looks up into the sky, going back into his memory.
He leans against the battered old wall, clutching a small ragged bag. His lips are moving and you barely catch what he's saying. "I promise you, Karen. I can almost be with you.
I'm almost there." His shoulders shake as tears fall down his face, leaving distinct trails.