Everything he recalled was like a newsreel, and the narrator was someone he did not know - a voice in the back of his head making sure he saw all the details of each recollection. Some of them made him smile, some made him angry. Those of Roy Acton made him sad. Those of his mother made him frustrated. The old man made him confused. Denny Calhoun made him bitter. Lisa made him compassionate. Nothing made him happy. And worst of all, those of Sarah made him cry.