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a darkened room. Where could the light be coming from? He opened his eyes and there he saw it, there was light pouring out between the cracks in the boarded up windows. Light seeping through every pore as it flowed like liquid golden syrup down off the windows and into the room. The golden syrup formed pools that narrowed into rivers, slithering in serpentine fashion across the floor toward him. He followed its progress with curiosity and then with alarm. The liquid light was climbing up his feet, through his toes, and onto his legs, his mid-section, thickening over him with unbelievable speed, covering him in a golden cocoon. He could feel a hundred tiny touches on his skin, a thousand, like there were legions of centipedes tracing a pathway up through his body. The light was all the way up to his chest by this point, yet when he tried to move, to push himself up, he couldn’t. He felt weighed down, stung, numb. He opened his mouth to shout but he couldn’t make a sound. The tiny touches were becoming more aggravated, more insistent as the light reached his neck and encircled it, strangling him. He opened his mouth for air as tiny golden spiders broke free from the cocoon of light and swam into his mouth, filling up his throat, his lungs until his air passages were cluttered with their tiny wiggling bodies then blocked altogether. He strained to breathe, strained to cough out the golden terrors but he couldn’t. They were planting eggs inside him, distributing them along the lining of his stomach. Soon they will breed and devour him. He was suffocating. It was the worse feeling imaginable. His heart beat fast with the loss of oxygen and he felt himself slipping, passing out. He was going to die and yet the golden light kept pouring in, engulfing him in its immensity. Seeping up his nose then blinding him. Wrapping itself across every inch of his skull until his head felt like it was going to crack open. There was this beating sound, beating, beating, and then-
    He jerked awake. He was in the room. The room that had become his prison and nothing had changed. There was no light, no tiny bugs crawling along his skin, just him curled up on his side against the door with the blue glow stick now barely registering a glow near his open hand. He sat up feeling woozy, unable to figure out what happened. Was he dreaming? Yet it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt too real to be a dream, more like a vision of some kind. And then as he thought of this he became all too aware of the pain in his head. It was powerful and bad as if someone had rammed a rod through his skull and twisted it. He didn’t know he was screaming until he heard Amanda’s voice on the other side of the door asking him if he was alright.
    “My head is killing me! God, it hurts so bad!”
    “This better not be a trick.”
    When Amanda unlocked the door moments later she had to ask him to move, yet even the little bit it took for him to roll away from the door put him in agony.
    He was crouched in a fetal position holding his head and praying for the pain to go away when Amanda and Circe came to him. Circe held him roughly in her arms and straightened him up against a wall so that Amanda could feed him the pills and the cup of water to swallow them down with. He was sweating, dripping with moisture.
    “You don’t look at all well.”
    She was holding the glow stick in her hand when he opened up his eyes to look at her. She had twisted the stick back into life so there was proper illumination once again. She was holding the stick in her hand and the blue glow that bathed her face gave her the appearance of a ghost.
    “Those pills will do the trick. They’re not the useless crap Primrose has been supplying us with.”
    When Harold heard her speak of John in that unflattering tone he had the notion to ring her neck even as the pain in his head, though subsiding, was still formidable.
    “Just look at him. He’s like a weak little puppy.” Circe said, from