We spoke. We did more than just speak, but we spoke. I think I am very confused. I am worried, though, mostly – afraid, yes, because we are in the middle of quite the dilemma and I am afraid that I cannot be there to protect him from the world. The voice within reminds me that I should not shield others from the world and that I should let them experience what they do – but that does not stop my drive to protect him from harm. Perhaps it is selfish of me to not want him to die. But over the last couple of years, I have truly started listening to that voice, and I have noticed that when I do listen, he is always right. I simply choose not to listen this time. I will do what I can to protect him. On a happier note – I got a letter at school today from Danyael. I met him on my last visit to Germany. I never thought there were real people named Danyael out there with their name spelled like the angel from biblical literature, but there is … and he’s very tall. I can’t believe it, but I am actually jealous of his height. He’s a composer and he has very long fingers … I am actually rather jealous of that as well. Can you imagine the keys I could reach on the piano if I had fingers as long as his? Oh, and he can play pretty much any instrument you give him. I am fascinated. In his letter he said something about visiting the manor and wanted to know when I would be in America next. He is one of those “I have money, but I have no life so I’ll just fly by the seat of my pants” sort of people. Though I have to admit, it would be nice to talk to him again, talk about music. I’d never met anyone before that had such admiration for Wagner. I mean, sure, Wagner has some classics – but this guy knows all sixteen hours of The Ring saga … by heart … accompaniment AND arias included. I should have known something wasn’t right with him when he told me that. Personally, I’m more of a Chopin/Mussorgsky guy, but … to each his own.