Wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours / But they make it very clear they've got no room for ravers

They directed their fire towards the men on the wall.

Frank crawled into the bed with Cyd, his eyes puffy, no more tears in him to cry anymore. Cyd stared at the painted portrait of Mercades that she painted on her first birthday. Frank put him arm around her and rubbed his face into her arm.

“So if a crack were to occur in the same location, you couldn’t reheal it,” she said.