Timeline:  Present  Water I soused on my face ran down in a chilling fall from my cheeks towards my chin where they formed a thin stream before they are reduced to droplets and finally a tiny drop.  I opened my eyes and saw it through my wet eyelashes as it twitched its antennas helplessly under the shelf above the drainpipe.  Tangled amidst a crossroad of web, the little cockroach was almost emaciated, almost a step away from waste. 