Flick finger is sitting alone at his usual Saturday evening spot, where he comes to absorb chaos and get clarity. But today is different, things are coming along for him, or at least what he was upto for last 8 months is almost taken care of.
Given things are settling in, he is getting closer to what he wants,
a deeper dialogue with himself begins.
Who am I?
What am I doing on Berul?
When did I even arrive here?
Where am I headed?
Why are things the way they are?