You think of something else — of the people you love and trust with every beat of your now pounding blood pusher.
One of these people happens to be this scruffy young man, who is next on our list of points to cross. His thoughts are cast as down towards the ground as his feet, his mouth is tightly shut and his ears are wide open.
Not that he would be able to hear these musings right now, even if he tried to. But he, much like all the other relevant actors in this show, will know the osseous rattle of my voice sooner rather than later.
Who is he, though? Let us become him and find out.
Even if I'm already well aware of the answer.