I guess that's how it goes, doesn't it? You really think everything's getting better, and the next moment something else plummets you to the ground. Hard, cold and hurtful. And all those memories, where do they go then? Do they fall to the ground with you? Or do they stay up where you were before, so that when you get back up there and build some more, you fall back down without them? It always happens like this. Something starts to go right, but bad news comes running back to greet you again, and knock you over each and every time a tiny ray of hope or happiness begins to show.