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I&039;ht to surface in ed brain since I woke up on the beach I&039;d been groggy then, with only enough stuff working in my head to shakily stand and blink down at my soaked clothes It never occurred to me to question why I was on a beach and in such a condition, and I was still in a thought-nu state of shock when I climbed a short, sandy rise and found the road

Loose-limbed like a cartoon scarecroalked, head bowed to watch my feet because I couldn&039;t feel thehts of the city were still ahead, and tripped on soain, not daring to rest The icy as cutting ood

Teeth chattering, arain in a wordless prayer for ered forward I&039;d been down this road before, only then it hadn&039;t been so da in the water, ether not suspended between heaven and hell, but very definitely in hell

Headfirst

For an age

Until the press of water beca that wasn&039;t me and yet was

I floated, just another bubble cooing to float to heaven

I made it as far as the surface

Then the trip, an endless rush over a liquid desert Realization that heaven wasn&039;t my destination, after all, but then neither was hell Perhaps another time, if ever

I shivered It was ayou far worse than the original experience

Road Watch the feet Think of other things

Like Angela Paco, a dark little angel of death, every bit as lethal as her father had been If not already, she&039;d be et rid of Escott Not at all nice

I&039;d have to have a serious talk with her