...dunes, a long spurt into nothing, Houghmagandie. Fuck. Annie's white hanky smeared with red. Fuck. No. Ah, Tam. Ah, Tam. Thou'll get thy fairin. In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin. Burning turned on a spit. No not this. He sat up in bed, he was here, it was night, the wee small hours....