Post rat cleavage, whilst taking a rather more mundane photograph standing on a wall, some invisible force whisked my phone from my limp hands and threw it to the hard ground. With hungover and unsteady legs I leaped to find a screen that no longer shone with any light. I hear it bing as messages come in, but from who and what they say I do not know. If you have sent a message and received no response, I have not taken some turn, but been restricted by the ‘external powers of physics rather than any biological causes’.
Most annoying of all is that it seems the photos and videos have gone with the light as when the spirit leaves the body.