“Careful...that’s it, Garvan.”
I suddenly awoke. My room was immersed in darkness. The lights and
television were off. I could hear Peter’s soft snores to my left, and I was moving
toward the window...more like floating on my back toward the open window.
“What the hell?” I whispered hoarsely, trying to get my bearings on what.
happening. To my right, I could see light from the hallway beneath the door, and
the shadow of one of my floor mates passing by my room. I couldn’t hear
Tyreen or Johnny—snores or otherwise—which told me that neither one had
returned still.
Am I dreaming?
“It appears she is waking up....cover her mouth and let’s be on our way!”
The same voice from a moment earlier, and the Spanish accent was familiar.
Very familiar.
“Armando?”
“Si,” the owner of the voi
