what we need at a certain time in point.” “Or is it,” Jack said “That people are evil, we are the things that are evil,” “Yer but why,” asked Louise, as he entered the motorway. “why are we evil, is it because god made us like that or do we choose to be evil,” “Why pass the blame onto God, why not just accept that we are flawed.” Louise was silent, she knew what he
was getting at. My secret. Oh God why did I do it? Am I dead? Am I dreaming?