The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. He;s aiming for oblivion.

No, no, no, no,no,' he gasped. 'You can't bring up your mum and dad while your hand is down there, Finke

Because being so dependent on people scares me.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

Do something that scares you everyday.

I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

She misses him more now than when he was away