PERHAPS IT WAS A RESULT of this complete sensory depravation. Hey, don’t try to correct my spelling. That kind of anti-semantic behavior won’t be tolerated. You weren’t there. I know what I mean.
Or perhaps it happens to everyone in that kind of situation. I’d certainly read about similar cases.
I saw the fabled white light. And yes, I saw the tunnel. I seemed to be hovering somewhere just under the ceiling. Out of the corner of my mind’s eye, I could see Mick’s soldiers lounging around the club, all of them intent on something that was happening in the centre of the room. I refused to look in that direction. Even the grunting, slapping sounds that assailed my ears couldn’t force me to turn my attention away from the infinite glowing passage that seemed to lead away from all my pain and
