I'm Dexter. And I'm not sure what I am. I just know there's something dark in me. And I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it. But it's there. Always. This dark passenger. When he's driving, I feel... Alive... Half sick with the thrill. Complete wrongness... I don't fight him. I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me. Not even... Especially not me... Or is that just a lie the dark passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel. Connected to something else. Some one. And it's like... the mask is slipping, and things... people... That've never mattered before are starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.