Knowing his vacation was coming to an end, Matthew began preparing himself to go back to his calm, secluded life. The memory of his latest murder had already faded from his mind and he now felt like himself again, what he considered his true self. The one he was ordained to be before the misguided affections of his mother robbed him of so much. Standing before the bathroom mirror, he shaved the week old stubble that had grown. At 35 years old, he had managed to retain much of his youthfulness. His eyes seemed still, inviting even. Eyes you could trust. He smiled and washed the shaving cream away. A new man, he thought. Time to go home.