So heavy it weighs me down. I can’t move. I can’t see. I can hardly breathe, and I’m freezing cold. Blood pools in my mouth, and every painful gulp of air that I struggle to draw is thick with dust and the bitter chemical tang of smoldering plastic. My mind is jumbled and foggy. The last thing I remember is the stare of Nanny Theresa’s cold gray eyes and her hands on my throat, crushing the breath from my body as I fell into the void. Is that where I am? Is this all in my mind? Or did Nanny Theresa actually do what she said she would? Maybe she did kill me, because if I’m dead . . . this surely must be hell. “There she is! Brody! Help me!” Was that . . . ? I think . . . I think that was Bit’s voice. “We’re coming, Infinity!” she shouts. None of this makes any sense. I try to open my eyes, but they’re pasted shut with blood.
