The sun can’t reach you, but I can. Scared to touch you, but even more afraid to let you go; I tried that once. It didn’t end well for me. I let you go and you became me….maybe I became you. Who knows? You do, maybe L knows. I grabbed you, so you couldn’t take control again. You scare me, all of you scare me….maybe I just scare myself. My Dark Passenger….or Dark Passengers. Who knows how many of you there are. How many are fake? How many are real? Maybe you’re all real, and I’m the Dark Passenger.