|Bun, hun, I'm not fully recovered. Hopefully the blindfo-| The message cuts off abruptly, and it's perhaps easy to see why.<br/><br/>No, see, while a common metaphor, isn't the right word for what's going on. Everything is just different and it is not easy to say why. Perhaps it's because Lapine 'gets' the slightly troden misery of the front office building, or the licentiousness coming out of each door. Perhaps it's how Grey and the zombie now look; Grey armored with flaming plates over her vitals and the zombie with a great rotting tree-tether going off into the near distance and into the ground.<br/><br/>But it's probably because even a quick glance at the black sky or upwards gives an unbelievable feeling of vertigo as the world seems to pull itself around the new, heatless sun above as it shoots out rays of hunger.