There comes a moment when you’re falling, nay, plummeting towards the ground and you’re slowly being overtaken by your own prosthetic leg that you’d think that you’d like to reassess what are now the admittedly poor decisions of the last few months. Only gravity really isn’t going to give you the time that you need to do that kind of insightful analysis that would so make one of these new-fangled psychoanalysts go “Hmmmm” in that special well done kind of way they have when they’re trying hard to not show how well you’re doing for fear of losing what is undoubtedly going to be a lucrative client. Hazel looked at the ground she was rapidly approaching and let out a sigh instead. Evidently, this was not at all going to plan. read more