The departure time approaches, the excitement, mixed with a bit of trepidation (and a few pain pills) builds. It’s been over a month, ever since I moved in here, that an adventure quite like this has happened; alone, braving being around the strange beings that I see when I occasionally look out the portals of this place. Over familiar yet unforgiving terrain, underneath thousands of inches of Sea; mentally I’m up for the task, I’ve prepared. No eye contact, just keep walking and hope my legs do my bidding well enough to return me here safely. I will leave a trail of dead flesh and bright red hair & thankfully my telephone is again working if by chance I need it for a final lifeline – or farewell.
I look at the time & notice that I have no more for these musings, there are things that need to be done, and if I am late, the world will not forgive. The wrath of the street sweeper will strike, and strike hard. With one final gust of breath to blow the dead skin off of my computer, I shut the lid – and am off to Berkeley to move Alice.