All Fear Comes From Trying To See

Not Unlike The Toaster, I Control Darkness.

The Gourney, The Big File Drawers Of The Dead, The Instruments Of Dissection - This Sure Looked Like The Morgues In The Movies. Something Had Gone Seriously Wrong While She Slept.

It's Like Time Travel Only, You Know, Slower.

Lonliness Evaporated Off Of Them Like The Steam Off Dry Ice, And By Morning It Was Just A Cloud On The Ceiling Of The Room, Then Gone With The Light.

Oh, I Get It," I Said. "it's A Parable. Cute. Let's Go Eat.