Några av er minns kanske min slirning i Camden i våras? När jag spräckte ett par revben och förstörde min trenchcoat. Några utav er var kanske till och med där den kvällen. En man i sällskapet som var med den kvällen  höll för tillfället på att skriva en bok. Utkastet till boken är nu färdigt och till min glädje har jag precis upptäckt att jag har inspirerat till en sida. Min slirning i Camden blev förevigad. Kul.

[...But then Richards problem solved itself. Outside of the stables at Camden Market, Viola took a leap to get in under the roof on the side of the pavement. It was a very stupid thing to do considering the pissing rain and the wet surface. I can't even begin to describe how stupid it was of her to do so. As her right foot landed it didn't stop, but slipped away and her body followed. And I can't even begin to describe the awkwardness, all four of us starring at this beautiful girl as her both feet went up in the air, how the world stopped turning, and how the back of her head bounced into the pavement like a melon. Body parts everywhere. In the air. On the ground. And Viola grinned as the world slowly took off again. Her friend, I can't remember her name, was well-behaved enough to run up to the body on the wet pavement. Was she alive? Was something broken? Should we worry?

No. And looking at Richard, with his hands across the face like his favorite team went out of the cup. For once I could hear his thoughts, and not the other way around.

That. Did. Not. Happen, he thought.

Complete shock. Nobody knew what to say, and everything went dead silent. All that was heard through the rain was the choked sound of Viola trying to get her breath back, and a painful wailingsound while the last of the air got pushed out of her lungs. This was not happening. I floated off to another planet. Pretended I were someplace else. Silence.
Dead, horrible silence, until Mike broke it off. Somewhere between two seconds and an eternity after the fall. That's what it felt like.