After I make peace between the man I have become in The Abbey, and the man I am forced to be in The World After. I dream. My dreams are never haunted ...y the men and women I am forced to bring The Peace of All. The choices they made, and the actions they took, all lead them down the path to their own ruin. Instead my dreams are often visited by those I was unable to save, but only able to avenge.The night after we welcomed Nadia to The Abbey, my dreams were dark, and haunting. My mind, caught in. She was the one in the skirt, so she pushed the door open with a determined and resolute thrust.After relieving herself, she busied herself with the real reason she'd scuttled off to the loo, and that was to adjust her hair, reassure herself about the make-up she'd thickly applied to her face, and to make sure the scarf hadn't slipped down too low. Yes, it was fine! She added an extra lustre to the deep red of her lipstick, revelling in her reflection in the mirror.She was an attractive woman:. I also noticed that she chose to in the shadows and that we were the only car.“Shoes off then get out,” she told me bluntly as soon as she turned the key in the ignition, silencing the engine. Unbuckling my seat belt, I quickly complied, closing the door behind me as I awkwardly waited, nervously rubbing trembling fingers over the cuffs trapping my wrists, the rough pavement chilling the soles of my feet, shivering slightly as a cool breeze plucked at the hem of my too short robe. Violent. Shockingly, there were xylophone-like instruments adorned with flashing Christmas lights. Through all of this, most everybody sipped coconut milk. My remaining students were a pleasure to teach, despite their perhaps universal desire to talk and laugh in class. Almost all of the students were the offspring of local farmers and fisher-folk. A senior American teacher, (a fat and jolly old Alaskan of keen intelligence,) suggested that music was a good technique for teaching Thais. So I designed.