The thought was definitely there. It was something that nagged inside of the young man. The look Fred gave him, told him he did not believe his lie.

"I do want to walk again." He spoke quietly, his fingers starting to play "Moonlight Sonata" on the piano.

"I am tired of my back being in constant pain. Tired of being told "You may not be able to walk, but one day you might fly", or that I should tell others to accommodate me... if I wish to take part in an activity. It is infuriating to be told "No, you cannot do that", when you know your body should be able to do so."

Perhaps making a deal with the devil would not be so bad... even if part of him was telling him how insane it was.