OF ALL THE creepy things Fader had faced since waking in the strange hospital, this was the creepiest.
It was late afternoon, and he was having tea with Morrigan.
He liked the buns (called scones, she said), especially smothered in thick cream and strawberry jam. And hot tea was a new treat for him, one he could learn to like. Morrigan let him add as much sugar as he wanted. Case never let him do that to his rare coffee.
All of this would have been fine by itself…if not for their other “guests.”
Fader and Morrigan sat at opposite ends of the table, Morrigan nearest the door. Between them, three on either side, sat six Hollow Boys.
He recognized Link and Tumble again, but not the others. He’d seen more Hollow Boys around, mopping floors or carrying boxes. Or standing like statues outsi
