I Bit A Pillow. Or Two.

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.

It Was A Strange Combination To Absorb - The Everyday Concerns Of The Town Doctor Stuck In The Middle Of A Discussion Of His Early Days In Seventeenth-century London.

I Tried To Remember How To Exhale. I Had To Look Away Before It Came Back To Me.

Thank You, Wanda. My Sister. I Will Never Forget You. Be Happy, Mel. Enjoy It All. Appreciate It For Me.

Next Time You Want To Hit Me Hit Me With A Baseball Bat Or A Crowbar!