Darkness.
My head throbbed. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but a mountainous weight crushed my chest. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
—sitting in a hotel room overlooking an office complex in the background is the Eiffel Tower I have a rifle in my hand I raise it to the window and watch the viewfinder zero in on target—
“Easy,” someone said from a great distance. “Are the second-phase relays working yet?”
“No,” someone else said. “Misfire.”
“Ah…try again. The optic nerve, yes?”
I knew those voices, I thought. Grammatica? Paul?
—sitting in a hotel room the Eiffel Tower—
“No, no, silly pup. Here.”
Here—I am sitting—
Darkness again.
When I opened my eyes, the world blurred in shades of gray. Something’s wrong, I thought. I tried to speak, but my tongue felt numb.
Something’s wron
