Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees a...d vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You. What is the point of fixing everything if you can’t take the occasional time out and have fun? It seems like I am always running from one crisis to another.There isn’t much else to say, so we head to our bedrooms and try to nap.I never did have much of an issue with jet lag when flying. It is when I was travelling by ship, and every day for better than two weeks, you would either lose one hour or gain one. That always messed with me. You arrive at your destination, worn out, and your body takes. Suddenly, he pointed the gun at the woman he had been sharing a seat with and pulled the trigger. He shot her in the chest and she lived no more than a few seconds. A man a few seats away pulled a gun, but the crazy man shot him before the first man could get his gun into position.The crazy man then started staggering down the aisle brandishing his gun at every passenger he passed. As he got close to Ethel, she decided that the man was too dangerous to let him wander around like that. So fast. You'll have to endure the cot one more night." A little later, Dale was in his room in his pajamas pulling his bedding down, ready to get into bed. He heard a noise and turned to see her leaning against the door frame to his room. "Yes?" he asked. "Say--you do like girls, don't you?" "Sure, why?" "Well, you haven't even tried to get anywhere with me." "I didn't know if you were interested." "Really, I'm not, but aren't you?" "Well, I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd.