I think I am dying. Or something.
How am I supposed to know?
It’s quiet as hell.
I can hear singing.
Some people are singing to me. High voices…
I know this song.
I sang it as a kid.
Bloody bastards never gave me a solo.
Mom said I was the best. I believe her.
I am dying.
I can hear Clive screaming. Weird.
Clive says loves me.
He wants me back. I want that.
Who can send me back to him?