I have been… out of sorts. Things got pretty bad a few weeks ago. Was it weeks? I’m not sure, to be honest, I have a hard time concentrating. I needed a break, we both needed a break from… everything. We took a road trip, and we just kept driving. We drove south first, down the coast, then turned West. We ended up in Miami at some point, then Alabama. I remember a motel in Arkansas where I woke up screaming in some different language. I don’t remember checking into that motel, actually, but we had to check out in a hurry. I think someone called the police. Or maybe that was Oklahoma? We slept in the car too, a few times. Maybe a lot of times. We didn’t speak much, as we drove. Wendy cried a lot, at first, but eventually she got quiet, contemplative.