Dodger’s doing fine, by the way.  
     Anyway, I was lucky that first    
time, but the second time, the Darkness
hit me so hard, I couldn’t fucking     
believe it.                            
     There was so much killing going on
around there, and because none of it   
was bothering me, I thought that maybe 
I was immune, but that changed eight   
months later when it happened again.   
     My partner for that week was      
Chris, and I didn’t know him well      
enough to pull another stunt like the  
last time.                             
     When they came to take the mouse  
away, I could feel the Darkness begin  
to come down on me. I knew that fucking
video would soon follow, and I had to  
get the fuck out of there.             
     I gave Chris, and then Gannon, our
* lead at the time, sketchy details about  
a death in the family, and then just   
left.                                  
     Sometimes I had to drive home     
while that video kept looping over and 
over in my head, and sometimes, I      
couldn’t make it and had to pull over  
and knock myself out first.            
     That’s what happened the second   
time.                                  
     Thank God, that once I got home   
and knocked myself out, things went    
back to normal again, except for the   
depression. Those always lasted for    
more than a couple hours but going out 
to look for hurt animals always seemed 
to help a little.                      
     Now, I had Beth at home. If she   
wasn’t out on one of her calls, she’d  
come get me, and sometimes, just being 
with her was enough, and I’d be able to
go back to work.                       



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