I stood up. It was all too much. I could not even meet my own expectations, and to be asked to deal with all theirs too was suffocating.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.