LifeWillis speaks my name again, his tone implying he’s been trying to gain my attention for a while. I snap my eyes open and am blinded by whiteness. I squeeze them shut again. My head spins and the world tilts sideways.
“I need a pen.” I focus on the task. My voice is quiet and raspy from lack of use, or screaming in pain. I don’t remember now.
A chair scrapes across the floor. I repeat the code over and over in my head as I lie still. It is like a dream trying to fade away into my subconsciousness, but I can’t let it. I have to record it before it’s lost.
My body aches as though I have been lying motionless for a long period of time. I wriggle my toes, sending pins and needles shooting through my legs.
“Here you are,” Willis says. I fumble and drop the pen. My fingers won’t obey my
