HIM: Look, let’s just go somewhere. Anywhere. Even walking off a cliff into a sea of rotary blades is better than standing here being dumb to death. ME: Where do you get your notions about what life is worth? HIM: Where do you get your fucking head? Come on, I’m leaving. You can stay here if you want but I’ve got to walk or I really will go crazy. ME: You’re not capable of going— _[but HIM is already walking down the dusty road. ME thinks for a while, then starts to trot after HIM, then stops, looks back at the fire still burning outside their apartment house, then turns again and trots after HIM.]_ Hey, hold up a minute! _THE BLADE IN ME’S POCKET: Save me, save me. Somebody save me._