[ It certainly does make one think, and though Vanessa should be quick to argue that God loves most of all, she isn't really one to be making such a claim. Not honestly. His love is there, she believes it, but it is too far from her to feel it. ]

So much of what makes us human has been tarnished in this city, if I am to believe that death does not hold. What would that say to how we love, I wonder, with each new death? What should spring mean, then?