I had forgotten about the other crib; I slowly made
my way to the right of the wall. This side of the room was very dark. The window had been boarded up, and I could
see a spider's web where the light bulb should be. I walked toward the crib, and heard a whimper. I squinted to
see what made the sound.
"Why it's a baby," I said. "Who would leave
a baby in such conditions?" I picked the child up, and dried its tears. The baby had golden - white locks of hair
framing its face and his ears were deformed into little points. All in all, the child was beautiful. Just then
I realized Valentine was standing behind me.
"You picked him up?," Valentine said.
"The child needed comforted," I said.
"We should go," Valentine said.
"I'm not leaving this infant here;" I said, "I'm
going to put him with the other."
"You can't!," said Valentine.
"Why not?," I said.
"The baby is just a ghost of the past," said Valentine.
"You can not help him now."
"Well," I said, "what should I do? We can't
just leave these babies all alone."
"Put him back," said Valentine. "The past will
take care of its self."
