CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Comfort of Idiocy
“This is a fucking stupid idea.”
“Shut up,” Peter tells me. “It’s going to work.”
“No it’s not. I can’t believe I agreed to go with you.”
“This will work.”
“Staying in the Vortex until she shows up so you can ask her to be your master is the most fucking stupid idea you’ve come up with,” I grumble.
He looks to me. “Look, you heard what Lance said. That Illusionist Casuist and Deidre got lost in here and Arus eventually showed up. It’s going to work.”
We’re travelling in the eighth hallway we’ve entered. When we went through the door, it was around one a.m.
“The Illusionist was stuck here for two days before Arus bothered to let him out,” I point out. “What the hell are we going to do until then?”
He pats his backpack proudly. “It’s okay, I packed food.”
I’m getting pissed at his naivety, “Oh. That’s comforting.”
“And we don’t need to stay in the hallway,” he tells me. He walks forward to a door and opens it. “See, they have rooms here!”
His face drops. I wheel over and face-palm. “It’s just another hallway, you dumbass.”
Peter pulls a contorted face.
“What?” I ask. “You want to go back?”
He looks at me. “I need to pee.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “That’s just fucking brilliant!”
******
“Hey John?”
“What?”
We’re both lying down on the carpet in the middle of the hallway, each in a sleeping bag I found in my closet earlier.
Thank God I was smart enough to bring them.
“How long have we been here?”
“I have no clue,” I reply. “It feels like three days.”
“Man,” Peter exhales. “I’m so thirsty,” he turns his head to me. “Have we got any water left?”
“No. We drank the last of it ages ago.”
“Oh.”
I’m so thirsty. I’m feeling dizzy. The ceiling is all swirly.
His head rolls back to the ceiling. “Are… are we going to die here?”
“Probably,” I say bluntly.
He sighs. “I didn’t tell Naveen I liked her. I regret it now. I regret a lot of things I haven’t done in my life.”
I roll my head over to him. “Don’t talk like that.”
Peter’s head rolls back to me. “Like what?”
I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Like you’re about to die dude!”
Peter’s eyes start to well up too, “John, don’t cry! You gotta keep it together. Cause if you cry, I’m gonna cry.”
My face sours up. “I shouldn’t have followed you in here! I can’t believe we’re gonna die here!”
He starts to wail. “We’re gonna die!”
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SIDEKICK
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