Artyo wakes up in the bowels of the Highest High spitting bullets out into her lap as the bane of her violent, broken hearted existence in Hell on Earth looms over her. Can Death become a point of Passover that revokes every aspect nefariously hidden on the first run through? ...And what good does that kind of truth ever lead to? Some things don't get healed until the brains all over the place are sifted through. And no matter what, where never means as much as what we went through trying to get there. Love can be ignored, suppressed, neglected or omitted...but everything stricken from the record rises in direct relation to the escape velocity of a spirit slamming out of hell.