16 THE REASON FOR ALL THIS ANGER
“Wake up.” The slurred voice rang in my head, much the same way Uncle Harold’s used to after one too many eggnogs at Christmas Eve dinner. While he might sound awful, he was more tolerable when liquored than sober. Turns out that alcohol can improve personalities.
An ice-cold liquid splashed against my face, rousing me from my garbled memories. My eyes opened to meet a familiar furry face. I was seated in a foreign, dark room, illuminated only by a single white globe above me. Energy conservationists would’ve cheered the miserly usage of electricity, though.
“Glad you could finally join us, Mister Chillwell,” Manhattan said, pacing in front of me. I’d seen this exact scenario play out a million times before in action films: The interrogation scene. Dimm
