You cannot escape the past.  It always returns in one form or another.  A memory in a song or a picture, a friend or an enemy from times you thought you had left far behind.  Sometimes you find it, sometimes it finds you.  Those visits most unexpected on occasion change the course of your future... 

  Is life a dream?  How can you know what is real, or if anything at all is real?  How does one event affect the outcome of history?  Behold the world behind the mirror, much the same, yet irreparably altered ...

  History repeats itself.  The faults of the past become the faults of the present.  Wounds from years past that never fully healed are rent open once again. But tears of the silent cannot bring back the dead...