"I'm Dexter, and I'm not sure what I am.
I just know there's something dark in me. I hide it. Certainly don't talk about it. But it's there. Always. This… Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel… Alive. Half-sick with the thrill, complete wrongness. I don't fight him. I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because, lately, there are these moments that I feel connected to something else. Someone. It's like… The mask is slipping, and things, people, that never mattered before, are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me."