I feel a little safer. If the bike is indeed going back to Holtshire, I can trust Pablo. He could have kidnapped me and done things to me and I would not have been able to resist him, but he did not. He is unusually quiet, driving through the crisp, March breeze. The blunt has made my head feel light, with the worries and events and stress of everything that has and has been happening ever since I learned to talk evaporated, and I relax.
This lightness feels like Dave. Every moment that I have spent talking to him, looking at his teeth visible through his smile makes all this seems to vanish. Whenever I am with Dave, the whole world recedes into a single point in the geography of the world, his smile, and I forget that there is another universe outside that is hell bent on holding my head in its hands, break my neck and then suck out my soul through the tear.
