We break his trust, and he goes back to where he came from. With our one chance we buy failure. The pilot light goes out, the food is no good, the house fills with outdoors which is damp, chilly and not interested. The messed-up thing is that we knew what we were doing. If not in the living room then certainly back in one of the spare bedrooms. We knew. It was too much for us, sun sitting at the breakfast table every morning, random noises joining together into music through the whole day. That was another blow. Wasn’t happiness what we’d been working for all our lives? But when it showed up we only felt stupid, undeserving, like Neanderthals just bright enough to know we weren’t what the future was thinking about. So first chance we got we threw it back in his face, that he wasn’t real, knowing it was the only thing that could send him away, taking both the moon and the dawn with him. The weird thing is, now we’re down at the beach every morning, trying to learn language from the ocean so we have the words to call his name, show him that we’ve changed, that we’re the person we first told him we were.