his eye went wide and bright and he leant forward as if he looked over a great precipice that towered above the ocean and within that ocean was sebastian falke floundering and if only marcel could keep leaning and keep reaching and keep looking then he would find that single wave that would take sebastian falke from the edge of dreams and the ghosts of the past and recreate him the way i try now to bring you back from your death that seems so long ago but closer with each sentence i write .