A few things you should know:

My heart has been ripped out of my chest and thrown on the table. I feel empty.

I am being positively literal about this, as my hear is literally on the table beside me, and it does feel a little empty without my heart in there.

Doctor Nye is currently picking bullets, shrapnel, and assorted other bits and pieces from my mangled heart.

By the end of the night, by heart will be whole, flawless, and in perfect working order. I really am lucky to have Nye as my parent.

Yep. Nye's a daddy! Or mommy... or... a... No idea. Anyway. Review!