“William ... William ... are you with us?” My vision blurred and came into focus. The man in the boat stood above me. “You blacked out. We're approaching shore. Can you walk?”
I didn't answer. I had no thought or focused logic. The man looked up, gazing into the distance. I tried to force my body upright, rolling to my left, grabbing hold of the wooden seat, pulling with the minimal strength I had in my one good arm before sliding upward into a seated position. I looked into his eyes. It all flooded back...the stranger...the man I scoured the depths of hell and lost my soul for was sitting next to me ... the stranger who'd become Judas.
“Help me get him up!” The boatman shouted. Four men, at least they somewhat resembled men, skin stretched and hung off their faces like an over cooked
