again though, just an adjustment of his sore shoulders against the wall, and the manhad taken that as a reason to continue.
“Who’s there? Hello? I can’t see. It’s too dark.”
Those words stuck in his head. Of course it was too dark. They wereunderground, and even if the light had been on, it was just a single forty watt bulbon the ceiling; hardly adequate light, all considered. The light switch was on the
other side of the door, where they couldn’t reach it, anyway.
He still hadn’t answered, but his new roommate
had kept babbling on. Herecognized why the man had did it, now that he knew more, but at the time it hadjust been annoying.
“My name is Dash. Dash St. Thomas. I’m
a salesclerk in town on personalbusiness. I have two older brothers and a younger sister who just had a baby girl.
Her name is Chelsea…” The man stopped talking, and he could see him peering
through the darkness, trying to get a better look at him. His eyes were much more
adapted to the dark than Dash’s but he seemed to do well enough. “Did he
too? Do you need help? What’s your name?”
He had thought about not answering, but the question had been asked of himso many times lately that he replied almost automatically.
“Copper?” Dash sounded confused. “That’s your name?”
“Okay.” Copper saw Dash stand, moving in the awkward way that was
unavoidable when your hands were practically useless and look around the room.There was only one door and no windows, and Copper thought that Dash was verysoon going to be disappoint
ed by the prospects. “Copper. I’m Dash. Do you knowwhere we are?”
He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. He did know, in a
very vague way that wouldn’t have helped anyway.
“I think I can get out of these ropes. Are you tied up? Can you
Copper unconsciously flexed his hands. The tips of his fingers were numbwith cold and too little circulation, and he wondered vaguely how long he could stay
like that before he lost them. “Yes.”
“Yes what? You’re tied up? You can move? What?”
Copper remembered that the question had confused him. He had thought his
answer was pretty self explanatory, so he repeated it without elaboration. “Yes.”
Dash shuffled around the room, uncertain of his footing in the darkness. “Are
you fucking dumb? Whatever. Listen. I think I can get out of my ropes. I need your
help to break down this door.”
He remembered that Dash had looked in his direction, not exactly at him but
close. “Are you kidding me? Cause some psycho tied me up and locked me
, and I’m not waiting to find out what comes next.”
Copper had just shrugged and closed his eyes again. Dash could do what hewanted, and if he wanted to yell and scream and pound at the door like a child, let
him. It didn’t affect Copper any, except for
making his head hurt. Somehow Copperhad fallen asleep despite the noise, drowning out the banging and cursing and