Well. Guess the plan to hang out with other humans is capoot.


    My stomach’s full. I don’t like it. I want to throw up.


    But is that going to change anything? No. No it won’t.


    So I’ll just keep on keeping on like I always have. Well, preferably far away from other people. I don’t want to do that again.


    Where’s Rocinante again? I don’t remember where he went. I don’t remember much of anything except, well, yeah.


    Oh. There he is. I found him.


    He’s in my stomach too.


    …


    I’m alone again. Alone with the red.


    Suppose I’ll just go back home. Mom’s there. Even though I hate that spiteful little black hag, two’s a company partner. Two’s a company. Who knows? Maybe she’ll have learned to be a less black-hearted pile of sludge when I get back. Ya never know.


    One-two. Up the ladder. Three-four. Through the manhole.


    Hm? All the red people left. That’s weird. Did something shoo them away?


    There’s something fluttering above me. It sounds weird… almost like some kinda goofy sparkle sparkle you would see in the ol’ Disney cartoons. Hehe, it’s a funny sound. Twinkletwinkletwinkletwinkle.


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    Except the thing making that sound isn’t funny at all. Or pretty. Or even purdy. It’s a purple dove. Now that’s a color you don’t see often. Heck, that’s a color I’ve never even seen before! Wow, so that’s what purple looks like huh? It’s kinda majestic in a way—


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    Huh? Who’s the mama? I don’t remember ever giving birth to a feathery big bundle of flesh like you. I’m not even old enough to be a mother!


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    Well, I don’t remember ever doing something like that! What are you even here for, anyway?


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    Who are you even talking about—


    Oh. Him. Well, if you can even call that a him. The thing is more like an it if you ask me. A big, nasty, disgusting It.


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    I don’t want to see it. It’s responsible for this whole mess in the first place. That thing can rot in Gehenna for all I care. Now shoo.


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    Hah. Persistent little bugger, are you?


    But… I guess you’re right. My madness is starting to fade anyway. It’s about time I get a new dose.


    Fine, lead the way chirpy. Once I get what I want, I’m leaving for good.