ヴェラ would tell me now and then how she thinks she a nightmare ruined her sleep, but can't remember what about. (Probably the realization who she's with.) I guess she doesn't have my capacity to preserve an imagination corrupted by comics and junk: like yesterday I was faced with the impossible task of fighting a god. He was a giant, and took a form similar to Galactus, swatting us like so many action figures. Just when it appeared we were making progress by climbing up His back, He threw at us weird powers beyond our comprehension—and therefore, expectation—like turning my partner's own bones on me to drum special frequencies against my skin that would take over my mind. This was the Fantastic Four villain, however, so I must've decided to get this over with by bringing in the Ultimate Nullifier, represented by a sort of puzzle made up of metal sticks that came together at the hands of Reed Richards's super-for-human-brain into the final M-shape. Pull the handles apart, and it was all over for the universe!