20 years. It has been 20 years, and I'm here sitting in my balcony...and my eyes are still stuck at the front porch light, looking for some familiar face that I don't intend to see ever again...but still can't stop staring at the same spot. *Phone rings* "Hello!" "Hello, Betty?" "Yes, who's there?" "M...My name's Betty and I really need you here... he's... he's going to die... please!" Betty! I don't know any Betty. Who's she?! "Who are you? And who's going to die?" After a long pause, she replies. "James!"