The wind whistling through boarded-up windows. Tumbleweeds scratching across dry, sandy tracks. That's how towns die. Not with a bang, but with whispers and whimpers.

Remember, V - it's unwise to engage in idle time. I am sometimes known to be rather impatient.

V: Nice ride. Lots of space. Practical.
Panam: Say no more. Please.
V: How the hell'd you land in this mess?
Panam: I liked the color. The air freshener and booster seat came extra.
V: You know I don't mean the car.

Be alone with my thoughts? Near on unachievable these days.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.