when the tunnel stops, catch sight of the tube, just as it drops

When's the last time he felt this glum? Has he ever?

Perhaps glum isn't the word. Maybe more...melancholy. Sorrowful. Even pathetic!

All for dear, sweet Fiona.

He hasn't got many troubles to worry about in his own life, Moebius-bound as it is. Creaks in his joints? Small details.

But each smile and frown on Fifi is scaled huge. So he worries about 'er. Hildemarie said this, Tallow did that, and it's good I've got friends, but sometimes I feel like the only one I can count on is you!

He certainly hopes that's not true - he's far from dependable!