Whitefish River old friends, sat on their park bench like bookends

It was his voice that finally clued Grayday in. He remembered sitting in a cave, their voices echoing off the cavern's walls. Moonlight had danced all around them. Anita had been to his right, and to the left had been -

"Phocion," said the man, the other's name finally coming back to him. "You were at Silvertip when I joined. But you didn't stay long after that."

He looked at the male, neither accusing nor welcoming. Simply wondering about the other's path, and how things might have gone if Grayday had left that quickly as well. Surely, things would be very different for him. Would he even have children yet?