Twenty-Five
The clock read a little after two o’clock in the morning by the time I’d retrieved my car from Authority headquarters and made the trek back home. The residual bit of Taggart’s magic was there in the back of my head all the while, though it hadn’t reasserted itself. Maybe a little sleep would do me some good after all. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed, snuggling down under the warmth of the layered blankets. The world fell away as I passed out.
Everything was cast in hues of grey, like a black and white movie. Sound was nonexistent or maybe there was nothing to hear. I stood in the middle of an abandoned street. The buildings felt familiar but I couldn’t place them. For a fleeting moment, I feared I was alone and then I felt a presence come up behind me. I
