“THE SUN IS WARMING UP?” He says.

He pulls back to let the warmth of the sun hit her face.

He can see her face smile when she feels its warmth.

“You’re right.

It is warmer.” Her breath is warm against his cheek.

“That is nice.”

“So I have one more surprise for you.

I have paid for a flight from Nanaimo to Vancouver for us.”

“It is a little late to be getting on a flight.

It was too cold in Toronto.”

He chuckles.

“No, that is not the surprise.” He rises from the rock and climbs to the top of the hill.

He takes a moment to look out across the city.

He sees a building blow up in the distance.

He smiles.

He doesn’t know why he’s smiling.

He knows it has to stop.

He has to stop smiling.

He even cringes about even think of innocent people who are getting hurt, people who are being hurt, people who may even be killed.

all the thousands of deer women who are being sold into prostitution.

but he still smiles.

The horrible sights remind him of The smell of barbecue on that fateful day.

He's using his ammo to fuel the engines.

Using the well used phrase and concluding the message with 'running out of wooden planks of wood'.

He runs out of time and oxygen and has to run outside.

He is now using his whole gas to keep the engines from overheating.

The kids in the yard behind his house hold him in their gaze.

The slats of light from the other streetlights make this impossible to avoid, so he can't avoid them.

His kids move away from him and go to their own house.

Then came a big “BOOM”,

And the next thing he knows he surrounded by the charred corpses of his children.

Then he wakes up after seeing them die for the umpteenth time.

His life was more worthless than a bucket of water. and he was completely broken and used by the smell and the very hell he had created for himself.