And the Dog Barks... Freud: a full-grown, fully trained, fawn-colored French Bulldog. Yes... that's Freud, and along with Eric, Here, Freud is Here... And Freud is the most familiar thing about Here. So, Here, in this new house they are... both, Eric and Freud... Here... Here... One unfamiliar thing about this house, Here, though: it's safe. Here's safe from the Banks, safe from old memories, safe for as long as Eric lives. SAFE... And Eric's never been SAFE before. But There, the old house, the waterfront manse, was continuity, and memories, There with all of its crushing, ghostly memories of the things, people, friends... of life lost... There, that waterfront manse, was home. And There was meant to be Eric's last home, the last place he'd live. And almost that, There... a lot of lasts, a lot of almost... but not quite. Almost... almost... And if Eric's moved on physically... maybe he can move on emotionally, too? Because Eric's realized that memories, pleasant or otherwise, aren't just a then thing, a There thing... Eric can make new memories Here (even if they're not all good ones - there's always ups and downs, valleys and mountains). Here, this new place, is smaller, so Eric's let go of some things he thought would stay with him forever (apt that, apt...), but at least he's moving forward - seeing friends again, getting better. (Better... Eric knows what "better" means.) Maybe Eric's even looking for someone new (odd and different that process... odd and different... Different...). And maybe making some new memories... New memories... It's time for new memories, time... not to forget the past - no, never that But time to let the past be passed... to let the past be something to build this new future on. And the Dog Barks... and that's familiar, familiar but new... And Eric's better... And the new story begins...