Dark... Very dark... You would imagine being alone would make you quite, well, lonesome... Darkness fills you with dread, and fear, and makes you lonesome... Forgetful, you have no one there to comfort you... You still sit there, wondering where you are, but all you know, is that you are not home... Home, Home, Home... You remember... Home, your family, friends, loved ones, and more... The ones that make you feel at home, memories... Memories, That's It... You remember, everyone... that is your home, the people you love, and the memories you make along the way... That is home... That... Is Home... You are always home, when you have those memories of your loved ones, and that is home... As you stare around in the darkness, you know that you are not alone, you have the memories... You have your loved ones, in your memories, and thats all that matters... You... Are... Home...