This thing on? I guess it is. I can see the little light on the recorder and it isn’t flashing just yet. This is a… well, OK. It isn’t a last will of any sort. It’s a recording of the freaky stuff I just saw. Saw and ate. Oh God, that was bad. Not the previous phrase but the food. Well, OK. Let me start at the beginning. As in a few hours ago and what the hell I did at that café. If it was a café in the first place. She avoided the question by kissing me… and I can’t really remember what happened after that—except that we were in the building. God, I wish I hadn’t. It’s all in the sauce…