Gloved hands trailed down the banister, feeling the knots and gouges in the wood. Without sight it was difficult to know what the rest of the house looked like for certain, but the banister. It was unmistakable and unique. The covered finger tips studied it like a professor pouring over the essay of a top student. It was fascinating, but ultimately unimportant. A feeling of satisfaction glowed through Jim's body. He had done it. Seen through his fingers for the first time since being blinded.

Perhaps the road to recovery would not be as dark and hopeless as he had assumed. The banister would lead him to the next step and the next. He would recover.