DAY TWO
6
Kale stirred violently, still asleep. Pale people with dark eyes surrounded him, and bright orange light enveloped the horizon. Something unbearably heavy restrained him. He breathed deeply, desperately. He could move nothing but his eyes, which darted, searching, burning with indistinct images. He felt as if he was tied tightly down on a ledge, his physical life stolen. Why? Was he being punished? The pale people pointed at him accusingly, hostile; shouting with so much anger, all shouting the same thing, with an edge of sadness and pain. He strained to listen but could not understand their words. Everything was in slow motion. He watched their mouths annunciate in unison, the pronunciation of words grotesquely magnified. He again struggled to understand, lost and confused and
