I am filled with something that frightens me.

When I was with the dolphins, the rain lashed my skin, the waves choked my throat, I felt the sun blister me through a thirst of days. When I was with the dolphins, I did not always feel good in my body. But there was not this feeling.

When I first came, I was so close to Shay. Together we were different from the others. We were a pod of two.

But now Shay is left behind.

The music of Shay is no music at all, and yet it is Shay’s music. If to be human means I can no longer hear the good rough music of Shay, then finally I am human.

I must ask Doctor Beck, I must ask Sandy, am I human enough?