Narration(Grant): I know I’m coming back to a disaster. Kore’s not going back to Eugene.
Narration(Grant): The people hate him enough to smash everything up.
Narration(Grant): And there was that moment when…as we were driving back from tucking Di into bed with a cup of tea…
Narration(Grant): …all the glass…
Narration(Grant): Her hiss of breath tells me everything…the solving of a billion shard puzzle all at once…showing her Eugene’s mind…
Narration(Grant): I feel embarrassed to be there when she discovers something so…intimate… about the man she…hated, was it?
Narration(Grant): Apathy left her eyes days ago. Eugene Xander demanded emotion. He would not be ignored.
Narration(Grant): No doubt about it.
Narration(Grant): I am coming back to an unmitigated disaster.
Narration(Grant): Which it is. But there are no bodies on the floor.
Narration(Grant): No blood on the walls.
Narration(Grant): I haven’t seen him do that for forty years.
Narration(Grant): Caught up in the magic of finding out you weren’t the only Peter Pan.