Enter that Chamber of Horrors and for two days sleep on a cot. The coughing and farting got real, you know. Real nasty. But, alas I batten down the hatches and move on. Thrown into a permanent bunk in The Hive. Hunkered down for the first good nights sleep in many a moon.

My companion wasn't so lucky and missed the boat - he now resides on the concrete lying dormant in his cocoon of tattered blankets. I feel for him, I guess - like I am responsible. I will keep an eye on the squirt.

Things are actually quite pleasant now - meeting past associates and colleagues and mysterious lovers. This time I must fulfill my destiny - time is running out and Old Man Time is looking at me staring at his watch.