I picked up Audrey from her home, as planned. All polite, and all in disciplined fashion, as if the universe was oblivious to any of my undergoings. That was the hardest part to take. Had I lived at one hundred miles per hour, things blowing off in all directions, hearing rattles or tectonic plates moving under my feet I would have succumbed to this direction and gone with the flow. It would have fitted the bill with agents tracking my moves, expecting car-chases or other supernatural ...