.....and we should have stayed there in the maze. Who was going to catch us? The ancient thing chasing us had already caught us. It had killed us, remember? Tore us apart whilst tearing us limb from limb, don't you remember? It's hardly something you forget. But you had forgotten so much more than just to stay alive for us. We fought, but in the end, we were snared, so we lost. It was fair.

Under the complicit moon, whimsical and wistful, in its lust to join in the slaughter, to be a part of the supple mayhem, that thing had murdered us. Like it's supposed to in the legends of yesterday's yore. Can you blame it, really. No Sigur Rós songs to accompany that act, bloody conspirators they turned out to be. Their bowed guitar betrayed us, laying out the trap that was set for us alone, in the spillage of that lonely April day that was actually night.

It did kill us, the animal was wild and territorial. It killed us but we were feral too. Together we defeated it. We were together that was its defeat. In our togetherness, you and I, we haunt him now in his dreams. We hunt him there. We should have made that garden our home. Where we could slip each other one another one's nightmares. The lovely nightmares we used to share. No one could shame us for that, at least, not now. But who is the ghost now? Oh the greenness of the dead garden is so beautiful.

But we didn't stay there, did we? That is the sadness of our ending. But our happiness mustn't make us so unhappy now. Look, at the end of that tunnel, both the White Rabbit and Alice are standing there. Why are they staring at us like that?

Sure, ere we were alive. But still, how can we ever get back there, when we were never here to begin with? Do cheer up, all those warrens are still waiting for us. Well, for me at least. You can stay.

No matter what or where our murderer is absent there.