This old house, how cold it feels; gone are the days when I could find comfort inside those familiar walls. The mechanical lights have failed me, this small log fire has quickly become my only source of warmth and light, yet the rain that slings down – splashing against the windows and leaving translucent trails down the fogged up glass – threatens to fall down the chimney and snuff it out, leaving nothing but the ghost of a flame. “Nevermore.” After what seemed like an eternity, the low, gruff whisper echoed in my head once again: “Nevermore.” “Nevermore” “Nevermore.” “Nevermore.” “Nevermore!”