As he sat next to me, I asked if this was real. He said "only as real as this can get". Two dimensions colliding. The rain evaporating on contact with the dim sunlight. Woods with trees of blood and thorns behind me. Grass and thorns behind him with dead animals hanging from thorn ridden trees. Slowly the trees tighten the grip on the living rabbits as they try to escape into their holes. He said "we will always be apart of each other but I was erased years ago". I replied are you my son. He said "i am what you could have been".