I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t go through the motions with Harvey and let him have his jollies, but I simply don’t have anyone else to turn to. The final thread has been played out too far and has snapped, leaving me aimless and empty. I don’t know what else to do so I just lie back and think of England as I listen to Harvey’s slow, mellow voice taking me under. It’s funny, you kind of know everything that goes on while you are in the trance, all the time spent, all he says and all you reply, but when you awake it’s all gone in a flash. You just lay blinking and refreshed, clawing after the memories as they skitter away. Harvey is all animated, telling me how James Frobisher made another appearance and was so much more forthcoming this time. It’s all bullshit but I haven’t the heart to e
