Primeval maximum (the first four or five pages.)

1 Therapist - “I think you should morn the children you’re not going to have… as if that loss was measurable and as tragic as it feels.” Drew - “I am trying to but it’s hard since we still talk.” Therapist - “I fall on your discernment of whether us seeing each other is too hard on you or not.” Drew - “I don’t think I can handle a life without you…” 2 Alison Josephine Mouse (she changed her last name so she would share one less thing with her father). Was looking for a choice that did not involve leaving her old man with a piece of cooling lead inside of his cranium. There seemed to be no way around it though… whatever he typed out the black hole of a brain he had hid away inside his skull came to pass in the world of fiction that Mrs mouse lived in. “I understand” she was thinking “this is all a part of the hyper neurotic fiction of his identity trying a sense of self in what he is typing…” And she was right I made all of that up. But this is as much her story as it is mine. This is…