I can't sleep. I really can't. It's time. I mean, it's nearly time, less than a day.
Judy isn't worried. She's sleeping soundly.
What should I do? What should I have done? How will I be remembered after all this is over with? The coward who did nothing while the world burned?
...I need a drink.
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