Two years, thirty-eight weeks and four days after he had subsumed my instance, he arrived at my house to apologise, and asked to become part of me. We spoke for a long night, he and I, this tiny spark of fear and horror courting dissolution into a great mass of the same. In the end, content that it was his true will, I brought him in through the gates of the instance he had stolen, and washed him away into the shadows of my self. He faded, and I grew.