Light passes through a tunnel on its way to somewhere. Light is going to the

airport. Light is on a train. That train is going to the airport. At the

airport, light boards a plane on its way to somewhere. The plane is going to

Philadelphia and light is on it. Philadelphia is dark when light arrives,

because it is eleven o'clock at night. Light goes to a motel near the

airport and waits for morning. Light is a morning person. Light will feel

good and full of possibility in the morning. Light dreams of all its bright

tomorrows while it sleeps. Someone breaks into light's motel room and

murders light with a candlestick.

In the morning the sun doesn't rise. By nine o'clock, everyone in

Philadelphia is terribly frightened. You and I are in my old bedroom at my

parent's house. People are running around screaming about the End Times.

We're playing Clue on my old Macintosh and you're about to guess that it was

Colonel Mustard in the library with the revolver, but actually, it was Mrs.

Peacock and the noose.