She dances a little jig. This would make one hell of a TV show, huh? Yeah. But no one would believe it. I should let it go. But it's like the hole, like the door, and I have to know. Or at least, I have to ask. Hey, Dulcie, was any of that real? She finishes her dance and the wings come to rest. Who's to say what's real or not? Yeah, but--my barometer on reality, not so good since I started going crazy. Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
~ Libba Bray
