I didn't feel as sad as I thought I would.
When pets die in films, the characters always cry so hard, but I felt nothing.

Perhaps I'm a psychopath. Perhaps I'm not really human, and I've just been pretending this whole time.

My inner self, or soul as some might call it, gathered itself and came together as best that a soul could after the trauma had occurred. I remember being so confused. I was so concerned about something before, something important, but now, I could not remember or recall what that was. Those first few days were such a blur. I would walk (at times float) aimlessly through the streets of Surry Hills in Sydney. This was not my home and it just so happened that I was visiting here when the hurricane struck. "What was my name?" and "Where am I normally living?" were usual questions milling about in my head. I knew I needed to find someone that could help.

The woman beckoned me closer. I started toward her then stopped suddenly, what if she is a siren leading me to no return. A war went on inside my head - I wanted something different out of life didn't I? Here is my chance, so why don't I take the leap? The skeleton of a man sitting under the apple tree could be one reason. Maybe people never return from the forest because it chews them up and spits them out. Or - maybe the lucky ones get beckoned by the siren and led to paradise.

This wasn't Ike's usual bus route, but the girl was intriguing. He noted the stop where she got off. He couldn't get her scent out of his head, it was like nothing he ever smelled before. It made him want to meet her again. Will they let him stray from the plan? Ike was on this earth for a purpose and they never let him forget it.