章 7: Chapter 7

All around him, the building began to lose substance, the colour draining from its appearance, running like wet paint down through the floor and taking with it the details of the structure

He shook his head angrily, struggling to keep himself steady as the framework of Kitten Puke’s imagination seemed to fade, accelerated atrophy stripping the design away and leaving plain white walls around him.

The stench of vomit and fire remained however, stirring him to his senses, forcing him to keep moving ahead despite the disorientation of his changing surroundings.

Again he heard the tapping of the bird’s beak against the glass at his back.

If the hotel continued losing form, then soon that little bird would break its way through, he reflected grimly.

Ahead of him, he caught sight of Gilead and Faustus standing amidst the afterbirth of the explosion, smoke curdling around them, Gilead’s arm outstretched.

His eyes widened, his heart quickening.