I am inundated with feeling. I feel like a pinball machine on tilt. All the buzzers are ringing, lights are flashing, and I am about to fry my circuits. Nothing is coming in, and nothing is going out. I feel electrified. The wires ignited, sparked, and fizzled. I want it all to slow down. I go right to the water to douse my flame. Furthermore, I immerse myself in the hot water. Furthermore, I want to wash the smells off my body. Furthermore, I can smell Isabella's hair, her breath, and her child vaginal scent. My hair smells of smoke, and I want to wash Francis off me.