Since night was falling fast over the river land, Jim thought to finish up his session of remembering. So far he had settled nothing. Still seeking to find the lodestone that would be the key to all of his hatred, he realized he had failed in his efforts to clear his mind so he could live out the rest of his short days with his family in peace.

There was still enough light for him to see through the gloom that the raging water was undermining the bank. Within at least three hours, it should fall into the racing stream.

Resting his head against the cottonwood, he closed his eyes to remember. Instead of remembering, he carefully pulled his line in. Stumbling in the approaching darkness, he cast out over the overhang of cliff that was about to fall into the water. He did not bother to bait his hook which swished when it fell into the raging water.

At first, he thought to hold the quivering rod. His hand grew tired before he went back into time again to where his other family had dwelt in Korea. Now, he knew there was only a single grave on a point of land overlooking the valley below. He anchored the fishing pole against a rotten stump left from some zealous farmer trying to destroy all trees and bushes along the river.

More pressing than why he was unable to live with his people, was the issue of what he thought about Communism. It was something he thought was dangerous, but could the United States go around all over the world putting out brushfires?

Every time one small battle broke out, it cost money and lives. What was wrong with the world anyway? Couldn't people see Democracy was better than the Communist way? Apparently not, or there would be no one to fight for the Russians. Unless, and this was always Jim's fear, the Communist had too many Changs who could scare the people into doing what they wanted done.

He hated to waste valuable time wondering about this. He knew time was running out on him before he could cure his insanity that made him want to kill May Sue and his best friend. The head doctor told him his only hope was to find out the underlying reason why his thinking took such a destructive course.

Sometimes Jim though he was making up all this desire to kill the two people he loved. But then he remembered the pistol he hid on his side of the bed. Only last night, he pointed the loaded gun at May Sue's sleeping head. He simply could not go home again until he resolved his problem.