Ray nodded. "Yeah, but I'm talking...memories." He massaged Acon's shoulder, as he spoke. "Me and Ronnie were wandering the metros...two months back. We were dead silent and suddenly we heard a little kid, crying. So, Ronnie shined his lamp over where the noise was, and some damn shadow kid popped up on the wall. It just...sat there, crying. After a while, it dissipated, and we continued on our way." Ray sighed. "The stones hold too many memories."