[She drains the glass of milk, putting off speaking for a while. She even wipes her mouth when she’s done, just delaying for time like a child who doesn’t want to go to bed.]

I couldn’t sleep. And… I wanted to stop hearing and seeing things. And Spongebob was in the hall too, and so miserable—- I wanted to drink until I didn’t care about the illusions. I wanted to drink until I didn’t care about anything anymore.

But… it just made me sad. And I thought of everyone else, dead, but—- together. And so—- I told Spongebob I didn’t want to live anymore.

But the stupid sponge put my seatbelt on. And then he couldn’t manage to crash. And then—- you—— I couldn’t let him hit you!