I stared at the old ceiling. My eyes going in and out of focus. The old covers that were covered in dust laid below me. I ran my hand along the sheets. The dust rises before it settled back down. I must've loved someone once. That was the one thought that lurked in my skull. How could they say I didn't love anyone? I wasn't that selfish. And it's not like there is anybody to love. People are disgusting. Especially the ones from where I come from. Horrid creatures. Slimy with greed or cold with the need for love and attention. But they all poke at your sides with all the hurt they ever felt and claw there way through your senses with anger. In that place, everybody waited for the hero with a sword to slay their monsters then carry them away. Vowing to protect and love them forever. But I learned you don't need someone to protect you, you can protect yourself. By removing your heart and soul from this planet's people. If you do that, then no one can hurt you. No one. No one but yourself, and maybe a angry woman with a knife clutched in her hands.

Dannys' first red flag that something's up was when he dug himself outta hole in the middle of a park. Second, was that his only memory before climbing out was a strange woman making an (admittedly convincing) claim of being the personification of Fate, and third, was when he could see spirits that no-one his age should be able to see. Spirits like Jack Frost.