Twenty-Nine
Accessed InformationTap, tap, tap.
I stretch my arms above my head; snaps and pops ripple up my spine. A quiet snort from somewhere in the room makes me smile, and I roll onto my side. A solid lump shoves into my hip, and my eyelids spring open.
Rain drums on the steel roof overhead. The sound reverberates in the dark. I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit. Where am I?
My first musing is of my bedroom back home, but that quickly changes into memories of a white chamber. I scan the darkness, but no tiny red camera light pierces the black. The thought shifts again, and I understand where I am, the room at the top of the stairs in the old house.
Moonlight filters in through the rain splashed window, casting strange shadows on the walls. The hammering overhead fades into a pat
