On the opposite side of the swamps...
Devon was busy having lunch with a man who reminded him of his youth. But the man was weak. He couldn't even lift his finger or eat by himself. Not a shred of muscle could be seen on his body. He was like a framework of bones wearing human skin. His eyes were red and puffy like he hadn't slept in years and had bald spots all over his head. All in all, he wasn't one Devon lost all those years ago.
This man was Devon's son, Gary, who had finally been revived but not to his fullest. The Gary who was sitting in front of his father couldn't do anything. He was just a shell of the bubbly, kind and helpful person he once was. But Devon was going to make it all work in the end. He had to. After all, all he had done was done solely for one purpose- reviving his son and restoring him to his former self.
