I don’t know what he is, and I don’t want to know: ‘Dazzles’ says to dance, I dance. I dance to buy time, to wait for some opportunity for escape to present itself. It’ll happen: he’ll get bored and his attention will wander, or he’ll tire and he’ll fall asleep, or he’ll come close and he’ll underestimate how strong a dancer might be.

I’ll get away. I swear to Christ I will.