Bab 33: Chapter 33: Review Part 1

He's in the doorway to their home, watching his grandchildren play. They trip over roots and run over cobblestones, through the grass and behind their home. But on the other side it burns. Wailing and screaming and crying erupt, everything boiling in flames. It's charred. Burnt.

Silence as it fades...

Three wet glasses appear on the plastic yellow tablecloth. The lady with the red bandana drinks from hers as a pair of older, feminine fingers flicks the end of a cigarette. She pulls back, inhaling as the end lights a brilliant orange. But it's just her mouth. Her face, still unclear, falls to the background. But her wrinkled lips grasp the cigarette, pulling from it. The edge lights orange again and she flicks it in the ash tray just as he reaches for the third glass.

Everything fades to a new woman. She stares at me with those silvery glass eyes, her white hair breezing around her. Her mouth never moves but she's calling my name. Calling for me, trying to awaken me.

Fallon...