In which Piers asks for a sign

³⁶ And Gideon said unto God, If thou wilt save Israel by mine hand, as thou hast said,
³⁷ Behold, I will put a fleece of wool in the floor; and if the dew be on the fleece only, and it be dry upon all the earth beside, then shall I know that thou wilt save Israel by mine hand, as thou hast said.
³⁸ And it was so: for he rose up early on the morrow, and thrust the fleece together, and wringed the dew out of the fleece, a bowl full of water.
³⁹ And Gideon said unto God, Let not thine anger be hot against me, and I will speak but this once: let me prove, I pray thee, but this once with the fleece; let it now be dry only upon the fleece, and upon all the ground let there be dew.
⁴⁰ And God did so that night: for it was dry upon the fleece only, and there was dew on all the ground.

The Runner commented last night that I seem to be withdrawing from all the things I used to be invested in.  I could not disagree with her assessment.  Then she asked if I believe in this place anymore.  Silence.  I had to admit what I had been thinking to myself while walking The Mutt: I'm in a state right now where unless I get some clear sign that I need to gut it out here, I'm looking for a way out of this town, out of this institution, out of this region.  

And yes, I am perfectly aware that I am likely to receive no sign, and will have to make my decision all by my lonesome. Grownups don't really get to believe in magic.