"Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides."
- Dylan Thomas -
Sunday morning
Day fifteen
Jon fought sleep then slept anyway. Images of Tavy alive and of Tavy dead floated in and out of his dreams. He tried to apologize to the old man, only to watch him turn away and disappear into mists. Then the nightmare really began-a table, a black cross grid on a large, white piece of paper with him racing to stick letters squarely into the puzzle. He knew the answers and inserted the letters as quickly as he could, rushing against a ticking clock. He couldn't move fast enough. The letters screeched. He overturned the table. The table came back around to attack. He fell through a thick, gray mist smelling of mint mouthwash. He woke with a th
