​​Then I glanced at the ring on my finger. The Snake That Eat | Spirit* (of Apathy)

​​Then I glanced at the ring on my finger.

The Snake That Eats Its Own Tail, Forever and Ever. I know where I came from - but where did all you zombies come from?

I felt a headache coming on, but a headache powder is one thing I do not take. I did once - and you all went away.

So I crawled into bed and whistled out the light.

You aren't really there at all. There isn't anybody but me: Jane here alone in the dark.

(Jane) I miss you dreadfully!

Robert Heinlein. All you zombies