Merry Sherry is on the ice with an away team, gathering as much as they can fit into the lifeboats. Meanwhile, I sit up here pouring over everything we have trying to make sense of all this. No anchoring. We don’t dare risk it.
The ringing won’t stop. My headache is now a migraine.
Something is staring at me. It won’t stop staring.
My dreams are filled with night terrors.
The papers must have something.
It’s staring.
Staring.
Wait. It’s staring.