Hearing Alison cry tug at Dallas's heartstrings in a painful manner. He sat down against the wall, pulling his knees up close to his face. The thoughts that haunted him the most every single day came rushing to Dallas as he remembered waking up to the sound of cicadas, the fragrance of pines trees and freshly cut wood mixed with the vague smell of liquor, the sun shining brightly like a dream through the windows as the wind blew the white curtains gently. Dallas let out a quiet sigh. He remembers them as clear as clear water, every single bit of it.