A razzle. A night on the town. Blurred lines. Anyone with a penis qualifies. Charlie says “You’re drunk!” I tell him that I’m tortured but coping nicely. “A walk in the fog is all that it needs to calm me.” But Charlie issues a warning. “Beware of Orpheus because he might seduce you on a back lane.” I am intrigued and walk into the fog calling for Orpheus.