[ Charlie must be having a nightmare. That's the only way to explain the last few hours of his life. The killer in his bedroom, the way he had to fight for his life. The man- or was it men?- who had suddenly appeared to bandage him up.
Despite what Myriad says, the unfamiliar voice makes Charlie snap into wakefulness, makes him sit bolt upright, or at least try to, but there's a hand on his shoulder and a sharp pain in his side that makes him flop back down with a gasp. ]
Myriad you son of a bitch
Despite what Myriad says, the unfamiliar voice makes Charlie snap into wakefulness, makes him sit bolt upright, or at least try to, but there's a hand on his shoulder and a sharp pain in his side that makes him flop back down with a gasp. ]
Where am I? Who are you?