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I'm having breakfast with mother when the shit hits the fan.  Civilisation starts tearing each other to shreds.  There is blood everywhere.  Such violence.  That was my brother's thing.  Now, the rest of the world does it better than he did.

 

Mother worries about Mark.  I worry about Mother.

 

Leaving mother to finish her breakfast, I go in search of Mark. 

 

I just hope I'm not too late.