Chapter 4Henry woke slowly, becoming aware of the pain in his head a split second before the pain in his ankle made itself known. He wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but the pain in his bladder was even more urgent. His mouth tasted like dirt and felt like it was full of sand, and his neck was stiff from sleeping on the sofa. It had been a while since he was dumb enough to sleep on the couch when his bed was much larger and much, much nicer. It felt like he’d had too much to drink, but for the life of him, he couldn’t imagine with whom he might have been drinking. The memories from last night came to him like the recollections of a fever dream.
Was there a mothman in his flat?
Henry cracked open one eye to scan the room, but he appeared to be alone. Maybe that part of the night
