_Tonight’s games involve plenty of wine._ _Beneath HIM and ME’s tromping feet, emboweled under reams of skins of metal, the Emperor of Torus, contemptibly unimportant, sleeps and turns._ _Tonight’s game is hot—they are on the carpet, rolling around and around the small, orange chamber where ME lives, a basement below a hundred basements. Over and over they crash into the carpeted walls, sweating in each other’s arms and legs. HIM’s shirt is twisted up; his belly shines out. ME touches it._ CAUTIONING DISPLAY: Inaccessible Destination. _A presence fierce and streamlined swims about the room. ME sets down the empty bottle with a thump. HIM draws from his pants pocket the surprise he has been waiting to reveal._ _After a final surge of acceleration, and a sacred moment of no breathing, a door scrapes open simply. Full moon irradiates the clouds. Love shrieks across the sky._ _Torus silently weeps._ _ME kisses HIM’s eyes._ _ME, fresh and wet, packs for his journey. There are so many other people he has yet to meet!_ _Heavy footfalls alarm them. It is HIM’s girlfriend, come to restore propriety. She yanks HIM’s shirt down over HIM’s middle, and sits there staring. ME feels suspended. Veins prominent, he grins at HER._