Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul "

"And it will be with a great sadness I will leave for Foula, knowing that my sister will never find me but that neither will the many souls that have quickened my heart with their love and kindness, knowing that they too will be a memory, subjected to my failing senses and perverted recollections, and that I too, a once close friend, will die in their hearts as well." And it was these words that Thomas would remember as he spun the wheels of his tired Vauxhall Corsa on the gravel of his uncle's old house, his foot rooted firmly to the floor as he pointed it in the direction of home, cursing his very name as he slammed a fist onto the dashboard, knowing that any chance of finding his brother was reduced to naught, and that his few memories of him would also fade, become distorted, disjointed and eventually lost to time.