081413 #worm While Me removes what's left of his clothing, the taupe plastic contours of the room begin to vibrate. After a few moments of fairly impressive shapeshiftery, a large basin forms, into which hot bubbly water begins to gush. Me lets out a rather large, hawkish breath, and steps gingerly into the bath. It smells faintly of rose. It is perfect. He leans back, and the tub's surface meets his every knot and twist with gentle resitance. Extra water jets reveal themselves at his feet, hydrotherapeutically manipulating pressure points. When the tub is full, the water shuts itself off and Me is left in warm, weightless silence. He sobs with abandon for a while. The little boy had looked so familiar. How could someone that young and beautiful want to die? How could Me have let things get that far? It was a dream, it was a dream. But --