Miles was suddenly aware, again, of the tightness in his chest and the turning of his stomach. Fighting down the vile - watching Ken was like taking a step back in time, watching himself through an emotional mirror. He grit his teeth and secured his hold on Ken's shoulders - not to pull him to standing, but just to show that he was still there. That Ken was still there.

He could only venture a guess as to what was eating away at his best friend. But how could it be possible? Ken had never left that room..

"....What day was it, Ken?"