I’m sorry I said you’re a demon, Steve, I was drunk. I didn’t know it’d stay in your head for weeks, until you carefully asked me again if I really think so.

You had a job when you were in Canada, sitting in front of screens of live satellite tracking of the traffic, and answering phone calls from drivers who got into trouble. You follow their cars on the screen as you listen to their stories, answer their questions, give directions, calm them down, lock or unlock their doors with a remote if there’s an emergency…
People know they'll be fine because you were on the line, watching from high above and have a better control of everything. You loved your job, especially before you hung up when problems were solved, and some drivers thanked you for being there as if you were their only friend, it seemed impossible to hide your happiness in a professional tone.

It was like playing God, until you got fired from doing some extra stuff… but no matter what it was, I know you were just trying to help.