Chapter VIIII found myself alone, blinding white light in every direction. I felt the ability to move but I could not determine any substance to my body. If there was a physical sense, it was the type you feel attempting to move through water.
There was the sensation that I was no longer in the Manor, at least as far as I could tell. Instead I was moving though the white light that began to slowly dissipate, creating a perspective of distance yet all the time remaining formless. “Adam”, I yelled but no word left my mouth, instead I heard my shouting only in my thoughts, rather as a memory. I called again, concentrating with all the energy I could muster and this time my voice reverberated loudly all around me, echoing back from everywhere around me, and from nowhere:
“Not you, Jason. Not
