I didn't anticipate such a bad case of moving-PTSD, anxious entirely and my stomach a stone, flashbacking to accomplishments of such things before, me like Wrath on Horseback tracking the thief that stole my happiness and by the time I catch that bastard he's usually dropped it in the woods somewhere anyhow.

"I Wish That I Could See You Soon," Herman Dune. (The angels are great in this.)