Monsieur Defarge led Mr. Lorry and I up many stairs before we came to a door. When the door was opened, I saw him sitting in a dark room. I waited at the door while Monsieur Defarge spoke with him. He seemed lifeless, like he hadn't interacted with anyone in years. He was making a shoe, and Defarge notified him that he had a visitor. Defarge signaled Mr. Lorry over to my father, and he told him that his name was one hundred and five north tower. As they were talking, I slowly got closer to look at my father. I felt terrified, until something came over me, I wanted to hold him. I stood by his side and he finaly noticed me. He looked frightened, he looked at me and I began to cry. Neither of us spoke much, but I sat by his side and rested my head on his shoulder. He examined my hair, and pulled out a locket that had identical curls to mine, then intensely stared. He asked who I was, but I couldn't tell him. I just asked for his blessing. I wanted to take my father from his agony, I wanted to take him home and take care of him.