Erik The house is silent as I make my way from my old rooms down to Papa’s office, it’s that eerie time just before dawn. The rest of the house is either sleeping or out. I’m relieved when I see the light under his door but I had known he wouldn’t sleep without coming to tell me if he had found anything. My own mind has been in constant turmoil, stretching to try and grasp on to any memory that would fill the void in my mind. After reading my own journals I am even more confused as to what the hell has been going on. Pausing I give a gentle knock and he calls out for me to come in. He barely even looks up as I enter and I realise he is on the phone to someone with his head bent stuck in an ancient looking book. “Yes, yes Miranda I agree, I think that would be a good idea, I’ll speak t

