...I was walking with you down a school corridor and the power went out. You scurried around the corner quite unexpectedly forward and away from me. I shouted that I was lonely then, when you did not answer, I returned to the classroom from which we had originally emerged. I had tasks to complete but I did not know where to begin.


I can only think that it was you Gig. Where did you go? Death does not suit you. But then, you always wore ill´fitting suits.