COMMENT I can see him in the rear view mirror, sitting there in the backseat of my car.

Blinking in and out of existence, as inky darkness and conical shine from lone repetitive streetlights, alternate one another. Stalwart companions, accompanying my drive, into the dark night, slowly engulfing the deserted highway.

Smiling, grinning, looking as he did, when I interviewed him just a few days ago, at a private hospital in Subang Jaya.

Considering I just came back from viewing his body, at his family home in Rawang, his presence here is strange, and yet, perhaps not so...