Work was all that mattered to him. His anger and loss consumed him to the point where human contact was nearly impossible. I say loss because his life hadn’t always been like this. He hadn’t always been alone. Once he had been a different man. He had shared his passion for work with a partner. He and his partner, they made a good team. He was a younger man, then. Life still seemed like it was full of hope. Hope for the future. Hope for change…Anything seemed possible. Things that would appear ridiculous to him now were just roads yet to be explored and conquered. But that was then and this is now. His partner was lone gone…Dead and buried for years, just like his youthful optimism. That younger man had been replaced by something harder and darker. Something unforgiving and unmerciful.