I’ve been here before. Felt the sweat beating down my brow. That God awful sound. Droning on and on and on. The room is cramped. The people in it are loud. Noisy. “…and you find this watch on the beach. What the watchmaker analogy alludes to is… ” Blah, blah, blah. Philosophy of Religion. Jesus Christ. Each week it’s the same shit… over and over and over again. Nothing changes. I wake up… I go about my day. Then I enter the Edwards building… fourth floor. Tucked away in the furthest corner from the elevators. The department of Philosophy and Religion. Across the hall, room 428. I sit in this same seat and lose myself in thought. Professor McPherson sitting…

Your Majesty, I do not mean to interrupt. I do know that today is a day of celebration. That this feast you have thrown has been in my honor. But I bid you give me the floor. For there is no cause for celebration. You celebrate today for the death of a beast, and yet I aim to make amends. For you see, the beast lives on. I can see by the look on your face that you are confused…and perhaps you feel you are owed an explanation. If it pleases Your Majesty, I will give you just that. It all starts with her. She was always a quiet one. Withdrawn, I guess you could call her. She spent her…