The last time I lost my best friend I nearly went mad with grief. I gave up my home, my family, everything to get away from that pain (and his crazy father). So when he finds me again, with his scary new eyes and posh new attitude, and his plans for killing me, one might expect I would scream and break down when he lunges for my throat. But perhaps loosing my misguided other friend, perhaps the fate of my new home (and possibly my old one) as taught me there is more to life then crying. Even if it is for a good reason. When Cobweb leaps at me, a thousand thoughts flash through my head.