But it’s NOT there, Roger, he reprimanded himself. So bury it. Bury it before it buries you.
He dropped his arm to the cot. Melodramatically, he sang: “We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun ...”
Right-o. Okay, then ... The question was: Where the hell was he? And where had Savanna gone?
He could vaguely recall being helped into a building. It had been hailing, hadn’t it? Yes, he suddenly remembered that very clearly: hailstones the size of grapefruits raining down at a thousand miles per hour. And he remembered being carried into a bathroom, where Savanna and someone else had flushed out his wound with hot water and soap, and then she’d whispered something in his ear, something reassuring ... and there had been pain.
But where was he?
He blinked once, twice, focusing his e
