In a world that has gone to hell there is no reason to be alone. 'I have a very clear memory from the time I was eleven years old. There I am running through my parents' first house, my first house, thinking that this is the only summer I would be eleven. Perhaps this was my first existential crisis. Didn't it seem like you'd be eleven forever? We moved from that house when I was nine. There was no way that memory happened.'