Chapitre 17: ch.15 Johns, Roberts and Roberts llc.

i could feel the very flesh, falling away from beneath my feet as I ran, maybe it was the floor, the void became clearer as the scenery rushed toward me, the finish line, only punctuated by moments of a clear, bright, darkness of heartbeats echoing through a long dark tunnel, there was no light at the end, no angels, no singing, and no god. I remember finding a man there in the crowd, an officer, he asked, where are these people coming from? Do you know? Them? I couldnt recall another second of the dream, because before the dream it'd all been real, and then it was all just an act, a nightmare, some, not so cosmic, interplay, that'd gummed up the works, the music was still playing in the background, some old zeppelin or Beatles or something, I was still in a coma, when I'd realized she'd gone, left for some other guy, she knew my implants had failed, and she knew that she'd never quite handle some part or other of even my potential recovery, maybe I just couldn't bargain my way out of that coma fast enough and she needed the energy of another human, id gotten her pretty high, and she just didn't want to lose me twice, maybe I'm a cruel prat for even talking about it, knowing that she could be listening somewhere, I guess ill never know.