You Are The Most Boring Teacher Ever."

Weirdly, An Image Of Adrian’s Love Painting Came Back To Me. I Thought Of The Jagged Red Streak, Slashing Through The Blackness, Ripping It Apart. Staring At Jill And Her Inconsolable Pain, I Suddenly Understood His Art A Little Bit Better.

We Were Going To Kill Ourselves In Trying To Kill Each Other.

A Loud Booming Noise Interrupted Us, And We Saw A Flash Of Light Off To My Right. People Near The Other Garages Screamed. "there, You See?" Asked Abe, Quite Pleased With Himself. "a New Gate. Perfect Timing.

You Remember Our Talk About Purpose And Meaning?" He Asked Me, The Smile Disappearing. "well, I Think This Might Be Mine. I Think This Is What I Was Meant To Do, Georgina.

I Looked Around At Us All: Me In My Nightgown, Kiyo Bare-chested, Dorian In His Extravagant Robes, And Tim In His Native Getup. God, I Muttered, Standing Up, We All Look Like The Village People.