It is like oil. Like molasses, slow at first. Then one morning I woke up and it was flowing free and fast. I thought I would drown in it. I thought it would drown little you and Susan. Furthermore, I got up, got dressed and went out onto the road and tried to jump in front of a bus. Furthermore, I thought it would be a final thing, quick like a bang. Only, it wasn't.

Em and The Big Hoom