Chuck Craven watched as the boy gazed intently at the computer." Not long now," the boy whispered.
Suddenly the lights started flickering. The boys face lit up. Chuck moved closer to view the screen. He was instantly sorry he did so . The light sent a searing pain followed by a flash that burnt the retinas of both eyes.
The boy was entranced at the imagery on the monitor. Multiple rows of figurative formations flashed across the window . This was his language. He was finally in touch with home.