Chapter 59
Like a mole cautiously and blindly snuffling along a tunnel, Figgus discovered a headache. It made him want to scuttle back to oblivion, but that didn’t seem to be an option. Vivid memories and thoughts began to crash in his mind like a series of firecrackers randomly exploding. He scowled and shook his head, causing the headache to bounce around excruciatingly inside his skull.
What had he done? What was he doing? His shoulder hurt. He put his hand up and pushed his fingers into the muscle: it felt bruised and tender. An image snagged its way into focus. He’d smashed into a surface that swung back. A voice had told him to do it. That’s why his shoulder hurt. It was a door, he’d bashed open a door.
And now his legs were moving, striding along to the rhythmic sound of tramping
