Stressed people, harsh words, running around, but it was all okay. Katie, you'll just get caught, but it's all okay. Pungent smells and burning lungs, but who cares? It's still all okay. I don't need any of it. I don't need your concern and I don't need her anger. All I need is a lighter. Peculiarly and perfectly at peace, drifting and quiet.

I wonder if you'd believe me if I said I was sorry.