I thought everything has already ended, but it is not. Some dark shadows are casting over me. Something is running. I am tired, but she is not allowing me to rest. She is straining me. She is doing something that I do not know. I am unaware. What can I do is not known to me. I cannot trust, and I cannot rest assured. But that's no big deal. I am such a man. I am impatient to know the outcome of everything around her that I've done.
I am wondering how many minutes she and the bloke are going out to talk. I am wondering. And I am guessing everything. This is bad and painful. If my guestimate is correct, there is a bloodthirsty event awaiting us. I don't know. I am not that broken yet. I am not borked enough to be that desperate.