_Dawn streaks into the cave-mouth in bloody ribbons. ME awakes first, in some kind of pain._ ME: Fuck! HIM: _[waking fairly immediately]_ What? ME: Don’t talk to me! Don’t look at me! Don’t touch me. _[this last in the lame tones of the obviously ridiculous, as there is no denying they are both still in the one sleeping bag.]_ HIM: Well if you’re not going to tell me what’s wrong, what can I do to help? ME: Tell me something. HIM: Okay... what? ME: What ever happened to your girlfriend?