[From that first splatter, your mind starts to stumble over yourself. The caw of a mockingbird seems to echo in your mind, bringing up plans within plans within plans. Everything you had intended, everything you had anticipated, everything HE did and didn't, opening up into one perfect, glistening web of possibilities... And with a sick wrench it jerks back further, taking in more, and more, and more, until your mind takes in the dizzying scale of entire world wo-

and it's over, just before something would have surely snapped, leaving you absolutely hollow... empty of everything but apathy.]