If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights. -Victor Hugo

The illusion that the house was quiet and empty was not exactly a very successful one. From his perch on the second floor, he could see the guards weaving in and out of the checkpoints, occasionally signaling to one another what they had seen or to steal a smoke. Inside there was the hum of dozens of different electrical equipment; from the cameras to the air conditioning and the fluttering thought passed his mind once more: how did humans stand all the noise. If he let his mind quiet enough, he could pick out the conversations of his staff from inside the mansion and for not the first time, Bill wondered where their loyalties lay.

( Last night I dreamt I had forgotten my name 'Cause I had sold my soul but awoke just the same I'm so lonely I wish I was the moon tonight God blessed me, I'm a free man With no place free to go I'm paralyzed and collared-tight No pills for what I fear This is crazy I wish I was the moon tonight )