Terror. Tunnel vision. Lift your heels. Let the blood flow. Don’t pass out. Everyone’s here. They’re all watching. My nose itches; can I scratch? Did the DJ ever show up? Why are there holes in my pockets? Is that it? I don’t remember. Is that it? Where is she? Did she leave? Time honors her with an endless moment, a fitting exchange for each stolen second both before and after this one; she floats instead of walking, levitated by the glow of her own beauty and suffused with ethereal joy, propelled by each heartbeat they share, drawn forward into eternity.