LEAVING THE KEYS BEHIND ME. I FELT YOU IN THE DUST. A FEELING CREPT INSIDE ME. LIKE TWISTED WIRE AND RUST. . DROVE WHERE THE HEADLIGHTS LED ME. THE ANCIENT TRADE ROUTES CALLED.
THE STORM CAME AND TORE LEAVES DOWN. AND THE BRANCHES ACHED OUT LOUD. LIKE THEY WERE SCREAMING. ALL NIGHT THE WIND TOOK HOLD. AND SHOOK THIS HOLLOW HOUSE.