"Are you Alright Blitzo?" He asks.

"Fine babe. Long office hours." I say.

He kisses my cheek.

"Shall we go to bed together." He pulls off his shirt.

"I could use a break." I grab him.

What does all this mean? They feel like memories. It's just so messed up. This is so sick. I grip my head. I look at the crow. I look around. These buildings look so familiar. I've seen them before. My home? My city. I was born here. I run my fingers through my hair. It's all like a dream, but it's true. I feel like my entire life in Hell was just a dream. It wasn't real. I must've died. How? I see the crow. Whoa. I look up. That is one big ass building. I see the window was cracked. I see blood everywhere. I see police tape that looks all gritty. I let out a breath. The crow caws. I nod. I open the doors. It feels so cold in here. I'm glad I have boots. There's glass everywhere.

"Is this my... home?" I ask it.

It caws at me.

"I'll take that as a yes." I say.