My breath dances in the air in front of my face. Every leaf sparkles, a glittering corona of ice surrounding each brown leaf that has been forgotten by winter; each part of autumn that has been left behind. Thick fog has descended on the street, so dense and gloomy that I can't see the end of the road but I know it's close. * My name is Josh Dun. You're going to remember me. I'll make sure of that.