I was delivering dim sum today, stuck at that huge five-way intersection near the market, you know the one. Van full of hot food. And I thought, what if I just... swerved right into that cement truck? Just like that. No reason. My mother would probably kill me for wasting the order, after all the trouble she went to for this family business. But the thought, it was... strong. Like a little whisper. I laughed, but it wasn't really funny.