Chapter Twenty-Two: Best Reader

My palms are red and scarred.

I've got many, many splinters, everywhere on my body, not just my hands.

My nose is bleeding and I've got a headache like Abraham Lincoln must've had that day.

There are marks and blood on some of the trees outside.

What...happened last night?

Let's see...I was on the computer...Then I called Astrid's phone and asked them to come here. They...arrived, then they left...and now, Janus is back, and he's got a gun, and who knows what else.

It hurts to type. It really does.

Which is a pity. I wanted to finish that story.

*Joce

Chapter Twenty: Steward Trolley

Who are you, who would have us so readily believe you?

Who are you, who would have us so quickly fall?

Who are you, who would have us so easily be liars?

I'll tell you who.

You are nothing.

You are not even nobody.

You are simply nothing.

Fuck you.

Note: By the way, is it a coincidence that PAX East is in Boston too?

*Joce