I’ve never understood why they sometimes call me Matthew. I don’t really go by that name. I know it’s not a huge leap to get there from Matt. Why, though, did you scream when I asked you why you called me that? Why did you say it scared you? Where does that come from? I know I didn’t bring it with me. I didn’t place that here. You say he hurt you in the past but you didn’t exist before this morning. I like it sometimes when they call me Matthew. It feels intimate. Your terror felt intimate too.