I got lost. No, I didn't get lost. What if it's just a postmortem? What if? Oh, no. Enough. I said, enough. The plane fell down. What if it did? What if I'll be the one you've met before?

No, I never got lost. It's my birthright. To find the way. To find my way whatever happens. Whatever city. Whatever time of the day. You missed me. Narrowly. All your cars and bikes and lorries, I escaped, you know. They appeared to be too slow.

They appeared to be useless. Try something else for a change. The roads. The traffic lights. The language I don't know. Whatever it is, i'm getting where I want to.

You fuck it up. Day by day. I never get lost.