Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say yes while the rigor mortis world screams no.

We smile, because this is how we save the world.

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?

She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.

I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.