Chapter Twenty-Three: … To Those Who WaitHis eyes opened with a snap, his vision filled with an intensely white ceiling. He blinked a few times. The sight remained unchanged. As he struggled to sit up, pain lanced through his head and he fell back, desperately trying to remember. Where was he? How had he got here?
Tim had no answer.
The room was small, cold and airless. Again, this time much more slowly, he tried to sit up, preparing himself for the pain. But it was nothing more than a dull throb now and he looked around. There was no window and only a tiny bedside lamp to chase away the blackness. Opposite was a door. He contemplated opening it, but what would he do if it were locked?
He lay on a simple camp bed. Pressing his fingers into his eyes, he tried to remember. Something. Anyt
