His eyes closed, Chrissy beganthe delicate and surgeon-like procedure of applying makeup to his eyes.He twitched, and blinked and flinched: it felt st...ange not knowing whenthe next layer would be added. "Quit it! Stop moving your eyes!" Chrissyhissed: "You'll look like Alice Cooper if you don't sit still". The mostdifficult bit was applying eyeliner; it smudged and ran, but Chrissypersevered - if not a little bit frustrated. "Right, flicks - do you wantany?" she enquired. "... Sure," he. . funny, I don't remember crying. I tried to open them again. This time I met with more success. Yet I might as well have kept them closed.It was dark and cold. And damp. Very damp. This place felt earthy and I didn't like it. It made me feel ... cramped."I see you're awake my dear," said a voice from the darkness.A candle suddenly burst into life, all on it's own.The face of the demon was suddenly visible. Candlelight flickered over his face ... his perfect face.Perfect except for his. ‘I probably won’t be home for dinner.’ ‘OK,’ his mother said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. ‘Try not to be too late.’ ‘OK, Mom,’ he said. None of Bobby’s friends were at the mall so he wound up coming home early. His father was in the living room, sitting on his recliner, watching TV, when Bobby entered the house. His mother was sitting in the chair she always sat in. Both of them smiled at him. ‘Hi, Bobby,’ his father said. ‘Hi, Dad,’ Bobby replied. ‘Ah…I’m pretty beat, I think I’m gonna go. His balls hurt. He sat up and agony ripped through him. He lay down again. His balls hurt. He couldn’t see his balls. He explored with his hands. His balls were bleeding. They were fixed to something. A train was coming. He was lying on a railway track and a train was coming. He fainted.“Missed the bastard,” Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly over Desmond for the third time.“Oh well, next time may be?” Al.