Dom's head was leaning over the desk as he continued to refine the sketch in his notebook. If anyone was watching him, they would've sensed by the amount of time he was putting into it, that it meant a lot to him. The girl he drew meant a lot to him and he couldn't just let her fade. His sketches of her weren't good enough, nothing anyone could draw would be able to do her beauty any justice. He lived in the past because that's where he was comfortable. The present was too dramatic, too complex and too boring, he needed something simpler.