This is an email I got a few hours after putting up "Arriving Part 2":

`i~Once, when I was very little, Daddy was driving the car down the interstate, on a long trip to Grandma's. It was dark, and we saw a big, glowy thing far away, and talked excitedly about what it must be. It turned out to be a bank. This made us sad.`/i~

I know I'm biased, since you tend to email me for the express purpose of telling me you like my work, but I think I like you, readership.