It was Sunday, they went for a walk along the river, it was a nice day. Jimmie put his arm around Amy, he liked doing that.
Then it happened. A big hole appeared in the sky and nasty stuff poured out of it. Oh! said Jimmie, I shouldn't have done that. I think we better get out of here.
Oh, Jimmie! You can't run away from a hole in the sky. Stay here with me!
You're staring at it. I know that you have not seen a big hole in the sky before. It looks awesome and it looks terrible – it is awesome and it is terrible. But there is no need to be afraid.
You're scared stiff. Stare at me instead. That's right. Just stare into my eyes. Think about the thought that you have been thinking about for days. I know that something big is on your mind, but not what.
You cannot speak. Stare at me instead. That's right. Just stare into my eyes and communicate the thought that you have been thinking about for days. Just do it, Jimmie.
You cannot speak, but I understand what you are saying, you love me.
No one has ever said that to me. Awesome and terribly wonderful. You have hit me hard. I am human too, I may be heartless and lungless, but I have feelings too. I don't know if I love you, but probably. Why am I so uncertain?
When I say ‘hit me’ I don't mean that you have hurt me, but like a bell that rings inside me. I think I'm going to cry.