I slept the rest of the night. When I woke up, I couldn’t remember where I was, but, within seconds, it all came rushing back. As I sat up, looking around, I saw the fire was out, the kitten was asleep on Sandy’s chest, and the old man was gone. Left gone, not dead gone. I hoped he could find his partner, his lab, and undo whatever they had done, but frankly—I doubted it. And I knew we’d have to carry on in the meantime, as if there were no undoing.
Since I had the place to myself, I took the time to look around, although the first place I looked for was a bathroom, yes, found it, and the plumbing still worked. Lights, no. I turned on the faucets and water came out, but I didn’t want to waste it. I’d have to ask Sandy if Wade (he? she?) had a well or whatever.
After a quick peek I saw th
