7.Johnathan Abblepot opened his eyes. It was Tuesday morning.
Only one night had passed, but the impression he had was that he had crossed unimaginable distances and geological eras to get to that moment.
He felt utterly dizzy as if he had an iron circle around his forehead of a much smaller size than his head. The pain barely left him the chance to focus on the first awakening operations.
He rinsed his face with cold water, as abundantly as possible. He quickly dressed, casually choosing clothes. And of course, he avoided Elizabeth.
Then he went to church.
Sometimes he did not like the sense of emptiness that was perceived in there when there was nobody: the light that came in through the windows was too much; he seemed to call someone at a party who did not want to introduce himself
