a chilly explosion of white light seemed to fill his head . i wasnt sure if he really knew what i meant , but a part of me still felt like i had sold out my buddy tango . i lay in bed and thought about last night . now it 's my voice that sounds like a growl . but it was my brain i worried most for . it was apparent by abes attire and demeanor that he was not the paying-passenger type . okay , what do you guys want with it ? 