Don't Be A Baby About

You Look Tired." "yeah," I Agreed, And Shrugged. "near-death Experiences Do That To Me . . .

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

Never Before Had I Recognized The Ring Of Majesty That Was In Billy Black's Voice, Though I Realized Now That This Authority Had Always Been There.

Perhaps Without The Lows, The Highs Could Not Be Reached.

Tonight The Sky Was Utterly Black. Perhaps There Was No Moon Tonight—a Lunar Eclipse, A New Moon. A New Moon. I Shivered, Though I Wasn't Cold.