we lie in our hammock

face to face, eye to eye. Frei has invented a code, a supple set of ticks and eye blinks so we can communicate, in private:

I am very worried, things have gone completely out of control. I never assumed this, this perversion taking place. We must access our responsibility, what we must do to protect both ourselves and this city ...

I've made contacts back to the corporations. They seem only mildly interested, curious but content to let events play themselves out ...

Perhaps he doesn't realize what he's doing, is so lost in his vision that he cannot see ...

the forest from the trees?

Yes ... Things are so quiet, people are paralyzed, unable to do anything. He can see and hear but he can't smell it, the city stinks of fear ...

Then we do this, go to him, talk reason ...

Yes, tomorrow ...

that done we share a long lingering kiss, tonight will be a good night after all ...

in the morning he calls us instead