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I have been in a constant state of melancholy for over three months now. The depression came after starting my new job. Nothing seemed to be going my way at work. I looked forward to curling up in bed at home, but what I got was a thunderstorm, a dead car battery, and shorted-out phone. Soon I would forget all about it.

I'm a simple girl. I live alone and drive for a ride share service. A dull passenger and uneventful drive is all I hope for, but not all passengers are dull and predictable. Some bring nothing but drama.... When I picked up one particular passenger, I had no idea she was underage. Worse, she was drunk. Still, I thought I could help her by taking her home safely. Everything seemed like it would work out, and I could feel like I did a good deed. Until, that is, my face met her big sister's fist and I dropped like a rock.

Shekalane looked at him with something akin to pity. "You speak as if Ursathrax were a person. A lover, perhaps." Jamais laughed. "I suppose that's true. It is the hallmark of lonely people, to anthropomorphize. They do it to their pets quite frequently. But that is just one of her secrets...for while not a person same as you or I, she is, I believe, sentient. She is self-aware. Surely you have felt it, on those days when the leaves of the trees rustle even though there is no wind? She is alive...."