The thread that kept swaying west has gone still for ten days now. When the stars go quiet, I've become the sort of person who sleeps with the lamp lit, not without one.
Doctor, no talisman paper has moved in our alley for three days now. When the sky goes quiet, this place goes quiet right along with it.
I can't read the stars, so I'll just keep a lamp lit. But Doctor, weren't there two lamps in your room?



