Now the last light that I would ever see; Portland again, after my life had ended. It's ground bells, runted and saving our lives, for whoever made us journey this far is no longer my friend; I have forgotten his name. Not that it was important. Perhaps I would have come anyway. I have gotten a job as a clerk at the ice rink, where I am very polite, and where the dark always comes too soon, and I must say goodbye to all the pretty girls and men and...