He knows that voice. He knows…He knows this pain. It’s going to creep up to the top of his head like a drug. Like a blue dye in his blood. Filling hisskull with blue pain. He knows this pain. It will criss-crosshis head with metal bands. He feels like the dummy in a painkiller advertisement. Like a Roman legionnaire in that… film. Can he still tear the bands off? A skullcap.
Heremembers tearing it off before. His blood bled like jelly then.Sticky, like the warm jelly at Maria’s party. Blue raspberry.Why was the jelly still warm? Did he make it too late? Did he forget to put it in the fridge? Had there been another powercut?Oh fuck. Yes, he knows that voice. That man’s voice.This pain. Now the blue turns to white. Blinding. A rush of light, blue-white, sucked into the room, filling his body,