Numbness of what can only be a tidal wave of adrenalin. Pain now only a flashin red beacon behind me eyes yet a sign, a badge I will wear for fuckin ever. An through that signal I can see her face as I saw it that first time in Magnet, the red/white lights an her lovely face in them, even now her lovely face, her eyelids drooping an her lips all dry an cracked after the millennium celebrations; another two thousand years of this, this bondage, this torture, this bleeding, this surrender. How can we live through this? How can I go on?