Age four. White walls. Through a door. Shadow falls. Say uncle, it's okay. Say uncle, it's okay. Hands reached through cloth and skin. Never again. One in a hundred thousand. Never again. Not yours. Blackout by breathing in. Awoke to... blockout. Just memories. Just enemies. I won't be your next second. Not your mock-up. Not your knockdown. Anymore. Breathe. Just breathe in.