Okay so this is gonna sound so stupid I know, but like I keep thinking about this old guy down the road, Mr. Henderson? The one who lives by himself, everyone knows him, always waves when I bike past. And I don't know why but I keep thinking he checks his pulse, like, EVERY hour, cause he's scared his heart's gonna just STOP in his sleep. I mean I don't even — whatever. It just keeps replaying in my head, like he's just sitting there in the dark, touching his neck, scared to go to sleep. It’s so WEIRD why I can’t stop thinking about it.