Garrett

"It was lots of images and a lot of force. And feelings. Strong ones. Kind of hard to explain. There was this wall of voices, people I knew, beating me down." He shrugs, realizing now why people rarely explain their own walks. "Doesn't sound like much, but I reckon you had to be there. Then I started remembering things. Things that people said that gave me strength. You were one of 'em." He smiles and squeezes her hand again.