Leaving the characters waiting is becoming an emotional moment. Each life is dependent on the next turn in the story. Each waits to be sent into the next step. People around me are becoming critical to the story's success. Their features and description endows Boden with a freshness, a vitality I could not get if I were writing in an upstairs room void of life. It is the breath around me that brings important understanding of the human character. It is an ethos, the vitality that intersects thoughts. Something else, past experiences, more specifically those traumas (both light and dark) of the past leave their own trail, their own scent.