Synopsis

He found himself adrift in a strange new current. The past seemed determined to resurface, yet he strained to keep it submerged. He made a conscious effort to engage with April, a carefully constructed performance of affection, but the edges blurred, the line between eager suitor and something darker grew indistinct. Meanwhile, Jeremy had joined a band called Executioners Bong. He maintained, with a touch of weary amusement, that he was neither a roadie nor a pale imitation of Bez.