Chapter One Hundred Ninety Nine

Henry.

The whole place was dark and cold, it felt like I was trapped in it. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything.

Time just passed in this dark place where muted voices played an endless ungraspable tune, where I felt like an alien in my own body that hurt badly.

I had flashes of consciousness which were only blinding lights, occasionally disturbed by the darkness of this place.

I forced myself to pick out some sounds, picking out words and a few voices that sounded recognizable and unrecognizable, putting them together like puzzle pieces that were missing key parts.

I tried to focus on the moving shapes, straining with efforts to make out the hazy features of a face but getting no more than a rough sketch of someone familiar.

Just when I thought I was at the edge of the darkness, I was pushed back under again. I did everything to reach out to the voice calling out to me but it was futile.

Just when I had lost hope I heard the anguished roar of a voice calling my name again