The view-screen in his head transmits signals. Not signs that tell him what to do. Various oscillations in the sub-strata of the ethers. Discussion roams the how of things. Why be ignominious is overheard, from time to time. Frank takes a call; he is mobile. The supermarket exhales and stretches its maw. Cold comfort to defrosting peas. Linda likes to imagine such dramas: concerns. The aisle blinks. Light my way thinks Frank. Disuse abounds not as a descriptor, something more. There is no more. Linda goes home. Frank meets someone. The devil waits for a contraction. Time.