ESCAPE“I do not like this. I do not like this at all!” Belvedere stomped over the swirling glass waters of the balcony floor, his fists balled and moustache bristling. “I’m stuck in the sky with the strangest person I’ve ever met, next to Monk, anyway. I know you’re out there shaking your head, Albert, I can feel it,” he said, waving his fist to the sky. “Why didn’t you just drink the sss Blue, you’d say? Why didn’t you just come back? Because I don’t want to come back that’s why!” Belvedere ranted and raged in multiple self-dialogues. He regarded the myriad versions of himself reflected in the diamond’s gleaming exterior; they all looked back a slightly different man. “Yes, that’s the problem, my other selves, I am not the man I once was. Ever since Gwendolyn’s death I’ve been… changed,”
