Daniel has a small frog statuette. Crystal gave it to him; she had a strange obsession with frogs. By giving Daniel a frog she was tying herself to him. It was an ugly thing, made out of common rock. Crystal loved it dearly; she had shed a few tears when she gave it to him. He kept it in a velvet pouch on his nightstand. He would have put it under his pillow except that doing so would risk breaking it during his sleep. Instead it was on his nightstand and he held its cold polished stone in his hands every night before going to bed. From time to time he would smell the stone, the dusty odder reminding him of her.

Living Quarters)

Cloths piled on his bed, lain flat and smooth with great care but five shirts, three pants, and two jackets high. At night Daniel takes them one by one and gently drapes them on the back of his chair. In the morning he would return them to the bed, minus those that he would wear that day.

The desk was piled with important papers and letters that needed to be dealt with. Daniel always put them off as long as he could. A letter opener whose handle was a snack, blade coming from its mouth, sat on top of it all.

"In heaven's height, to hell's most fiery depth, where ever your life takes you I will find you. I love you, and if it means that I will die trying to find you, I will and gladly so."

"Please don't say that. It is more than I can bare."

Daniel sighed. "Of few things I am sure. I am sure I love you. My heart has become entwined with yours. Your happiness is my happiness, your sorrow mine. Without your heart to keep mine in tune it will stop. On that day I will die. The shell might remain, but it will be empty."

Crystal only cried harder, or more exactly she sobbed. She had no tears left. She was broken, her spirit shattered. The weight of the world on his shoulders could have done little more to crush Daniel than the sight of Crystal in pain. He crumbled to his knees and embraced his love. Together the pieces of their shattered hearts mingled.