An inky blackness is all I can see. Lying on my bed, the mattress like a hot slab of rock, and as I stare up to the ceiling, all I see is black upon black... like an abyss. Closing my eyes, it is worse, I can't look at him... eyes that burn through me, my soul in flames. My body jerks and I realize I am covered in sweat, I must have fallen asleep. Was it all a dream, meeting Jack, talking to him? No, it was real... he has two different colored eyes... I didn't realize it until now...
Instructions... he explained... the need to follow... his instructions to the... letter. Three days... until, until I... can see him again... what is wrong... with me? This is all... too crazy... no one would believe... me. Jack will understand.... he must... help.......me....
Warren passes out in a fever
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