After Stephano's passing, nothing was the same. For months after his death, nobody did anything but lay around and cry. Nobody was allowed to enter his room. Nobody would say his name. Nobody would speak of him. But they all knew he was all that anyone could think about. Every memory of him, good or bad, was too painful. Eventually, they decided to have every memory of him suppressed and erased. None of the remember the golden man, once known as Stephano.
