Don stepped outside. It felt good to be alone. He wished he was drunk. He thought about something he just said. And how stupid it had sounded. He knew he should forget about it…. Like swimming underwater in the darkness. Like walking through an empty house. Speaking to an imaginary audience. And being watched from outside by someone without a key. He could not dance to anything. Don left, and drove, and howled, and laughed at himself. He felt he knew what that was.. .Don woke up and looked at the night before. He knew what he had to do. He was responsible. In the mirror, he saw his friend.