The happy, excited wonder Tristram felt as he finally fell asleep did not seep into his dreams…
Tristram is in a room surrounded by piles of cardboard boxes. There are no windows, and the fluorescent lights hum and flicker spasmodically.
This is not where I want to be. Tristram thinks.
This is not where I want to beDo you know where that is? Answers a familiar, musical voice. It is a voice that seems to be inside his mind.
Do you know where that isNo. Tristram answers. But where I go doesn’t matter. It is you I am trying to find.
NoBut where I go doesn’t matter. It is you I am trying to findWell. Answers the voice. You are on the right track. This is my house. You are standing in my basement. Why don’t you come upstairs?
WellYou are on the right track. This is my house. You are stand
