down at the blood-soaked pavement which still contains a few severed limbs: Yeah… It’s better this way… this world has no room for sentiment or mercy anymore – nor love – nor beauty. It’s polluted… and needs to be cleaned.

Tommy calls out to him from the tent: Hey Steve, you gonna stand out there all night?

He signals back to say no and calls him over to talk. Tommy climbs out into the rain and approaches.

Tommy: What’s up? You need to take a wash or something?

Steve signals to him that he has to go.

Tommy: Why? You just got here.

Steve takes out the notebook again