The one that got deleted.

The title: Thanksgiving 1981.

I can see Lori now. Her eyes are wide, her mouth has hit the desk and she's chanting, "oh, fuck," over and over and over again, but there's a small flicker of a smile on her face.

There's a huge smile on mine.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel. All I have to do is get through it. Man, I hate tunnels. I hate anything that confines me.

Once I get through this damned tunnel, if I round the curve and see another one, I'm going to be one pissed off bitch. That's a promise.