This is a work in progress. It is not done yet...

Now the next letter or document jumps to the past to the very beginning. At this point the writer is called Martin O’Neill. Martin currently has no wife, life, family, or money in this letter. I can now say that this is actually the only thing I could get from Mr. O’Neill since this was a very stressful time for him. Mind you this is going to be a long entry, but I made sure it is at least divided into two entries…I call this chapter…

Dreams from the Past
PART I

Thursday, October 17th, 1985
Dear Journal,

Sunday, November 5th, 2014

The sun had been shining for quite some time as the wind was blowing the autumn leaves around. It was almost Halloween, and children could be seen running on the cobble stone paths and streets in pure delight as their new costumes were drenched around their bodies. Parents could be seen smiling at their children thinking how proud they were of themselves, and occasionally dogs would be seen chasing after the oddly changed children.