Thousand: Six Hundred Forty-Six

it listening for something? Seems to have its head cocked. “Um.” The girl actually considers diving into the fog room. Instead, she spins on her heel and begins a brisk walk the way she came. One, two, and here comes three. The doors pass on her right. Such relief when she hears a muttering from behind one of them. Things haven’t changed in that room. Not yet. Somebody’s going on and on about how horrible everything is. And they’re not wrong, either, the girl reminds herself. Not completely. It’s that they’ve lost all perspective. Five, here comes six. I’m not