“I wish I never got you, ” Jack said.
“You wish lots of things never happened. You got her drunk. You got her pregnant. You dumped her. It’s all your fault.”
“It was all accidents. I didn’t do any of that on purpose. It’s not all my fault!”
Jack heard the sirens approaching.
“You’re just a plastic fish on the wall. You can’t talk. This is all just a dream.” He looked around his bedroom. “It’s just a dream.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” the fish replied. They were pounding on the front door. “Keep telling yourself that and surely you’ll wake up.”