I’ve taken to talking to myself. It’s nice, comforting. Reassuring.

My leg is healing up just fine now that it’s been all cleaned out and bandaged up. Lucky I had some supplies for it with me. Lucky because you don’t usually pack for first aid on a trip to start over. You don’t plan for accidents. Maybe that’s the first thing you should plan for.

Outside my window a siren approaches and then is past in a manner of seconds, doppler effect first wailing then bleating, then barely more than an echo, gone into the distance again, only the flashing blend of blue and red lights thrown against the window frame and the sound of the wind as it rushes past.

“Good night, Moon.”

Wait a beat. No reply.

Time for bed.