The sound came the same way it went away the last time. Through me. Inside of my veins and to every cell of my brain. I could feel their agitation, I could feel my blood thickening. I could feel the cardiac turmoil as the walls were torn apart and everything mixed and venous. As no one was able to cure the chaos and put the horse to sleep, I had to hold myself tight as a man who puts his hands around an infuriated lion. I felt the rage. The rage despised me. I felt it inside of my very nerves and I could hear them crying and cringing and yelling. They wanted to break free. My nerves, they talked.