[i]This time it will be different. You won’t let anyone else in…You’ll keep to yourself, listen for the darkness and then follow it to those who need your…help…need your hand….to save them.[/i] 

She sat against the trunk of the giant oak tree out front of her community college. Ear-buds in place to try and help drown the endless sea of voices out of her head. Queens of the Stone Age played into her ears and she focused on the words of the song, sung by one of her own. This was a brief moment of comfort as she remained against that mighty oak, black-clad in leather, seemingly oblivious to those around her.