Chapter 25Pam rocked in the center of the padded cell with her arms wrapped around her knees. She didn't know how many hours it had been since she found herself back in the room after falling off the spire. She'd seen Ken carried away by one of the flying tentacled horrors. Most likely, she figured, he was dead. Ripped apart or at very least being tortured down on the plains of Hell.
Except that this was all a dream. She had to keep reminding herself of that fact. It was hard to remember sometimes when there wasn't anything to focus on in the padded cell except the smallest details. She studied the lines on her fingers, all the intricate whorls and ridges, reproduced in the dream. Surely what she was seeing was being made up rather than reflecting the reality of her fingers. Did her finge
