"Carson," she said. My name on her lips felt more addictive than any drug. "Yeah?" "Would you be sad if I left?" It took me a moment to process her question. I lay there, the gears in my head turning but nothing coming from it. All I could do in the meantime was manage a weak and pathetic "Huh?" "I'm saying that if I left. Today. Would you be sad? Would you care?"