Epilogue

So what did you expect? Did you think that maybe you’d find out what happened to us in the future – me and Jez, Jez and me?

I should apologise. I’m the one who put that rifle in your hand; made you look through the cross hairs at the rabbits to be picked off, one by one. I made you think that you’d have that feeling too, like a god, knowing everything.

I should apologise.

But I’m not going to.