Capítulo 21: Whatever, Man

I huddled, shivering on the cold stone floor. My stomach clenched and my mouth stung with the acrid taste of Remembering. A polished black shoe nudged my foot. “Come on, come on. You can’t stay here like this,” Knowles said.

I dragged myself into a sitting position and wrapped my arms around my knees. The door to the crypt stood wide-open, casting Knowles in shadows. I squinted, but still couldn’t see him properly. Not that I wanted to look at him anyway. Instead I stared past him to the sunlit cemetery outside and tried to prepare myself for a different kind of torture. Human life.