Bab 77: I Remember

Three hours later, I’d regained my perch on top of the Golden Gate Bridge, darkness wrapped around me like a cloak. The chill in the air cut deeper than the previous night, though the rain had stopped. The air tasted of Hell. I paced restlessly along the girder before jumping toward the water. The wind whisked by my face in tearing streams. At the last moment I Became and watched my dark shadow on the water - blackest black against the midnight blue of the ocean. It wasn’t until my second pass that I saw it - the faintest glow from deep beneath the water’s surface.

A Door.