CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Beams found himself floating through an empty gray miasma like he was lying on his back on a big lake. He wasn’t sure where he was or what happened. All he could remember was being shot by one of the guards back in Times Square and falling to the ground. He even remembered the pain he had experienced when the bullet tore through his chest. He wasn’t sure if the bullet pierced his heart or not, however.
Even if it hasn’t, I’m probably dead, Beams thought. Is this what death is? It doesn’t look like heaven or hell. It’s just … kind of boring.
As soon as that thought passed through his head, however, the gray miasma vanished and Beams found himself standing in a room he had not expected to see again: The room in which he had stayed while in the Temple of Dread what seemed
