It’s a long way. A long long way. As if I had not heard him the first time. As if this is something new, something not one of us had thought of before. However, it was still the truth. And even a prentioud narcissistic bastard is still eligible to be influenced by the truth in occasion. Though, arguably, for all in attendance it was agreed upon in unanimous fashion that this was indeed the first time truth had smiled on him for as long as anyone could remember. No fucking shit, Sherlock Brian said. Beads if sweat rolling into his eyes staining them bloodshot red. His hair blowing from the sides of each of his temples, straight up like horns, and I’ll I could hear was the baseline, bow now an now bat an now now now, wha wha whaaa wha wha wha, oh yah! Some people say my love cannot be true, please believe me, my love, and I’ll show you – Black Sabbath NIB – and fuck, if this wasn’t a moment for a little Ozzy, I had no idea what that moment would be. 32 miles, Sandra said, looking at the map folded out before her on the boulder, some glacial moraine had left behind 10,000 years ago. 32 miles, it can’t be, he said. That’s too far. Too far compared to what?