Placing the object in you hands, I left you. You didn't understand why but I still left. I needed to. It's not my fault if no one can understand that. I drove down a high way, it quickly turned to dirt. Dust coating my car, I pulled into a gas station. The owner took one look at me and knew why I was there. They offered me a job. I work here now, where ever here is. I never bothered to ask where here was. I figure I'll pick up a map one of these days. I don't know when. It kind of scares me that I don't know. If I think too much about where I'm going or what I'm doing or why I'm here, everything goes black and man walks out from behind a curtain and asks me more questions I don't know how to answer. Everything hurts.