A PLANE CAN run on automatic pilot, but it hits the ground when it runs out of fuel. Nothing was pushing me. I needed to get back to where I was before. Before Belle. The sands shifted- I couldn't find my own footprints. Throwing antacid tablets into a cauldron of boiling lye. Stealing and scamming didn't bring me any closer. Everything worked. The money kept coming in but there was no payoff.
Even Wesley's fear-jolts wouldn't jump-start my battery.
Dead and gone. Dead and gone.
I called Candy.