Tonight, you and Voldine arrived at a tavern, bleeding and tired. You're on your your usual delirious rant, talking to the bartender, while someone wraps your wounds. It's a rainy, warm night, and everyone's laughing and drinking. Voldine orders a vodka with lime, while you're talking about the planets, your hair a mess and your dress tattered. The bartender listens, but she seems to be distracted. Another person not listening. You feel that little piece inside you again, begging and crying for someone to listen. For someone to soothe these treacherous thoughts...