She Just Keeps Saying "he’s Gone.

I Hate Myself For Liking You.

As I Took Another Breath, I Saw The Three Stars Again. They Were Not Calling To Me; They Were Letting Me Go, Leaving Me To The Black Universe I Had Wandered For So Many Lifetimes. I Drifted Into The Black, And It Got Brighter And Brighter. It Wasn't Black At All - It Was Blue. Warm, Vibrant, Brilliant Blue...i Floated Into It With No Fear At All.

Repeat One Word Of What I Just Said And I'll Cheerfully Beat You To Death, Mike.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

I Feel Like Humor Is A Part Of Life. I Don't Think It Comes Through As Much In The Novels As It Does In My Head.