Forty seven years had passed before she knew what had happened. The look in her eyes was enough to drive him mad, and eventually, it did. He roamed around looking for his stapler, which he said represented his old self. Then he performed another search for his compass, which he claimed was his happiness. Of course, these random objects had been lost years ago. She would stare as he searched, with that look in her eyes which drove him mad. She said, “You killed my Jasper and forty seven years have passed,” with tears rolling down from her eyes. The man turned his head up, then down, then quickly to her and said, “There may be forty seven more to wait, for the compass and stapler still seem to be missing.”
2002