But Paul didn’t wake. He refused to submit to Loveless this time, he refused to let Loveless take him over again, he wouldn’t let Loveless keep his power. He stayed asleep. He fell into a different dream. The Tain, Part V, was playing in his head, and he was a girl. He could understand so clearly that he was the girl, he was that girl being raped. That was what it looked like to him, but he wasn’t so sure that it wasn’t an attempt at murder.

The girl he was was tall and beautiful. She had chestnut brown hair that stopped waving at her shoulders, and when her eyes were open, they were a wide hazel. When her mouth wasn’t screaming, he could tell she would have had a nice smile. With dimples, even. When the rapist wasn’t tearing at her breasts with his teeth, she had ones that most boys in school would have enjoyed. When she wasn’t being devastated, she was a very pretty girl; now was not the time for that.

The raping murderer who only wore half a beard struck at her face with a knife, and a huge gash appeared from her the outside of her eye to the bottom of her lips. She screamed again, a lupine howl that shook the flaming buildings around her. With a mighty shove thank God for your strength!, she managed to throw off the murdering rapist and he tumbled away, his butcher knife still in hand. But she was up, her naked strong feeble bleeding ravaged body off of the ground, and she aimed a kick at the person who was coming for her again, and they both shrieked.

The kick was true, and Paul saw for a short moment that his face was on the raping rapist’s Fascist face.

“No!” Paul screamed as he kicked the glove compartment. His hand flew into Chas’s face, and his eyes opened and gleamed in the four o’clock light.

Polly parrot don’t try to escape from me