[The man, bitter and broken, sat curled with his knees to his chest in his bed. Arms wrapped tightly around a tome-like bible that was Anderson's most beloved possession--So tightly was he bound around it, it was as if he were trying to draw it's protection from the very pages within.]

I'm alone.. I'm actually alone..! Why! Why do I have to be left alone in this Godforsaken place!

[He was mewling with his face buried into the the spine of the pages, yet snapped to attention when the door knocked, slamming his back against the headboard. He shot hopeful bloodshot eyes to the door, his heart beating in his chest like a wild dove trying to escape.]

Anderson?

Come.. come in!