I've decided, with what little time I have left on this planet, to put myself to good use. I know it's unfashionable to talk about soulmates, but when you've had the kind of love that Peter and I shared, you'll understand that going through the motions or settling for what's in front of you counts as a terrible loss. That's walking death to me, the years of brave-faced misery, permanently moored in the stormless coves of merely good enough.

What do I do? I liberate people who don't know they're stuck. I help them to press the eject switch. That's one definition.

Another? I sow chaos. I clean house.

I change people's lives for the better, whether they see it that way or not. Only once did my actions end for the worse. But I don't like to think about the murder.