Kolg surmised that she did not like what he did so far. The first encounter, the dog, the popcorn, nothing. The whistle swooned her a little, so he would build from there. First, he changed the caramel flavored popcorn into buttered flavored popcorn. That was his only link to her right now. He would be the popcorn itself, and then it started again.

His logical thinking disintegrated. For a time while she slept he could not form a coherent sentence and felt like he was on fire. Kolg had seen hell itself and he could not think of anything but burning and darkness. After that he found himself inside of a car afraid and crying.

He wasn't totally sure where he was. And because this mania had become part of his existence he knew the buttered popcorn could end up tasting like a banana or chicken, or something.