”The tone of her voice did not seem right. “Are you sure that everything is ok? We can arrange another day to go somewhere if you’re not up to i....”“No everything is ok. Let’s go with my car since I know the way?” She rushed to her car, getting inside and starting the engine before I got the chance to get in the vehicle. The drive there was short, it only took five minutes. But in that time, Lillian was giving me the cold shoulder. I was trying to figure out if I did or said something to her. I decided to venture into another home. I made my way to the nearest home with the front door wide open. I had this odd ‘ringing’ in my ears…or more like a strange conversation in my mind, one that was just at the level that I could ascertain it was a conversation but I could not make out the words, it was at that time that I became aware of the burning in my chest. I popped my head into the door calling out, ‘Hello…anyone here?’ I was greeted by silence. Cautiously I made my way through. ..." Instead, a journey is required, along a "highway" that is "as empty as it is long,/ TravelingFrom coast to coast/ And lonely between Fallon/ And the east." Fallon is on U. S. Route 50, the "Loneliest Road in America." This highway indicates the loneliness of the journey toward transformation, here represented as the civilization of the "East," a religious and mystical compass point; the shemale, the anima suggests, must work out his-her own salvation; no one can become the new creature. ‘We know. We caught him trying to steal a car. He wouldn’t tell where he’d abandoned you.’ ‘I had to go with him. He’d have snuffed me if I hadn’t.’ ‘Tell that to the Governor. He’ll probably believe you. Meanwhile we have a nice dry cell for you and a cup of tea.’ ‘Thanks Sarge. And thanks to you too, young fella. That pasty was great.’ He was led away. ‘And now, Sir, I should take a few details, but I’d rather not. It’s nearly Christmas. You don’t want to spend it in Newton Abbot, do you?’ I.