CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXLindsey’s black and white dream was a formless morass of licorice syrup and molten marshmallow. It was hot and sticky and it felt bad. He opened his eyes and the world was still black and white, but now it was mostly black with only an edge of light somehow forcing its way through a narrow crack.
He was crumpled up like an empty sack. He scrambled to his feet, or tried to, and found that he was in a metallic enclosure that smelled of oil. There were heavy machine parts in the enclosure. One of them was digging into Lindsey’s back. In the absence of messages from his other senses he concentrated on the pain. It was excruciating.
Managing to brace his elbows against the sides of the enclosure he made another attempt to stand up. This time he succeeded. Some of the hot, st
