"How could you be so careless, haven't you notice the speed limit! Oh, c'mon, c'mon, there's no point in crying now, just get the chair and pick me up."

Unbelievable, our witness was totally amazed, run down Ray soon found himself in his chair, wheeling back to his house. I tell you, as if he was made of rubber!

After that my life continued to drag along like a sleepy Sunday afternoon. In the meantime I finished my essay, and even received a handsome fee for it. But my Venuses have had enough of me, and, they have said, the seafood was of poor quality too, so I wounded up on the street again, like a scorned harlot. And who knows what would my end be like, if it weren't for her, my little girl with matches, my good fairy, my little mermaid. Eight months after we have met, she dragged me into town hall where I had sworn her my everlasting obedience. As I nodded the "I do", she placed my hand on her most obvious stomach from which came a light, but unmistakable karate-kick. I knew then it would not be easy from there on. But the strangest thing was I didn't want to have it easy, ever again.

Only three days after the world became forever a better place for me, I received sad news. Xoratio Rey had died. Silently, peacefully, and in the manner in which he lived.

For the first time after I had ran from there in panic, I visited the Modern Art Museum which decided to repeat Rey retrospective complete with his last few works. The place was packed, as I could have imagined. People, they like burying other people, especially burying artists. It gives them a sense of final victory and a confirmation that they had chosen the right path, which, in any case leads to a few meals and few mornings with hangover more.

I was sad. Out of totally black X-ray shots, which revealed absolutely nothing, I could almost feel Rey's penetrating eyes watching me. And I knew, as soon as I stepped in the first exhibition hall that his dream was not realized, and when I scanned the whole show I realised that his skeleton was not there, and it will never be.

Only the museum lights reflected on the surface of the completely dark last few X-ray foils, confusing the visitors, from time to time.