She scared him, but she also made him feel good. Like she was the guide he'd been searching for all his life. At this point, he would have settled for Brautigan. Anyone who could help him make sense of what felt like the biggest, scariest opportunity of his entire career.He must have dozed, because the next thing he knew, the lights were flickering on and he was mostly naked, on the floor, staring up into Brautigan's face. He had a look of forced jollity, and he snapped his fingers a few times in front of Leon's face."Morning, sunshine!"Leon looked for the ghostly clock that shimmered in the corner of each wall, a slightly darker patch of reactive paint that was just outside of conscious comprehension unless you really stared at it. 4:12 AM. He stifled a groan."What are you doing here?" he said, peering at Brautigan.The man clacked his horsey teeth, assayed a chuckle. "Early bird. Worm."Leon sat up, found his shirt, started buttoning it up. "Seriously, Brautigan.""Seriously?" He sat down on the floor next to Leon, his big feet straight out ahead of him.
