‘Jumps,’ said Salvador, feeling the cold of hearing his own s**t from someone else.
‘There’s something about where I go, where I’m taken, like it’s some sort of...’
‘Pattern’
‘Pattern. It feels like I’ve got to decode something, find a solution but I don’t know what to.’
‘See the signs, put them together, get an answer.’
‘Well look who’s got all the answers why-did-we-never-f**k-boy.’
‘Gee, I don’t know, because-we-were-thirteen-girl. What you say sound like what me see. Copy and paste, Scrunchie, what the f**k is going on?’
‘No idea?’
‘I mean, I’ve got this thing...’
‘Thing.’
‘To do. I need to bring my wife out of a coma. I’ve been trying for months but I’m nowhere. Why wouldn’t the signs be pointing me to the same thing, to save her? I’m running out of time and running out of i
