Ten Years.
Ten years here today. Hooray. Ten years alone is a long time. Well, mostly alone. I have company, but no one like me. I haven’t seen a human face except my own reflection in so long. I haven’t lost my voice at least. I had a habit of talking to myself long before I ever came here, so I guess that helped me out, even if…
Thomas! My god, I had to think to remember his name.
Thomas used to hear me muttering to myself and tell me I sounded crazy. He was teasing, but he still said it.
Maybe he was right.