I could remember the train job I’d pulled with Don last week. And a few scattered flashes of memory interspersed. A monk – or maybe a priestess? T...ere was flames and fire. A derailment? We hadn’t planned on derailing anything. Then there were stranger images I could not place. An eye set within a pentagram. Knives in the dark. Shambling, rotting corpses, looming from the surrounding earth.My name in print.But it wasn’t my name.Lightning cut through the sky in my memory, and sleeting rain. I. Nevertheless, Nathan felt compelled to finally say something. Still staring into her eyes, he said, "Kathy, I love you more than anything." I love you too Nathan."Nothing more was said, but his now fully hardened penis rested along the lips of her vagina as their bodies pressed together. Along with the recognition that they had reached some sort of mutual pact in their relationship, they knew something else had taken place which seemed to have placed a seal on that unspoken commitment. Of. At 10pm I got out of bed armed with the lie that I was just heading to the bathroom (just in case I encountered Brenda or Shay) and made it to Dante's door. I entered quietly and made sure to gently shut the door behind me. Dante was wearing what he had been wearing earlier. He told me to crawl into the lower bunk of his bunk bed near the wall so that if anyone walked into his room they wouldn't see me because his larger body would be blocking me from view. I did as he said and he crawled in. There was something about the artist that Jack just didn’t like. Something about the way his voice could be lilting one moment, then rough as a lumberjack the next. Something about the familiar way he treated Paige. She denied ever having any kind of involvement with the artist – said she barely even knew him. But still… there was something about him that Jack didn’t trust. Jack tried to account for his feelings about it – he was generally a very organized man. There was no rational reason why.