Nora: This Is Crazy. Patch: I'm Crazy.

Don’t Panic, I Thought. But Already My Breathing Was Faster, Shallower. “you Mean You Can Feel Happy Or Sad Or—” “desire.” A Barely-there Smile.

The Patch I Knew Didn't Run From Anyone.

I'm Yours, If You'll Have Me.

What I Really Wanted Was The Impossible.

Nothing Makes Me Happy Quite Like A Boatload Of Freshly Fried Fast Food, Smothered In Good Old Msg.