The little boy took Kurt by the hand, and they ran down the street, until they reached the playground.
The place brought a pleasant and at the same time painful feeling of nostalgia to Kurt's heart.
He looked at the jungle gym, the swing, and even the Merry-go-round seemed so far away...
And at the same time, it was as if Kurt was really there.
As if he could touch each of the toys, and simply spend as much time as he wanted there.
Until the end of his life, if he wished.
[WAKE UP]
"Urgh..." Kurt groaned, almost falling to his knees on the pebbled playground floor.
"You okay, man?" The little boy asked, gently squeezing Kurt's shoulder.
"Yes I am... I think I'm just hearing things..." Kurt replied, hearing his own voice once again, higher pitched and younger.
Something in his mind twisted and twisted, sending messages to his conscious mind.
