THERE WAS A ROOM. A dirty room filled with empty pizza boxes, beer cans, computer equipment and wires. Endless wires. Duane reeled. Where was he? He could not take it in. He did not believe in Heaven or Hell, but what else could this be? It looked like the inside of a trailer. Hell was a dirty trailer? He tried to get up, but he could not move. He tried to turn his head to look around, to look at himself, but his head was fixed. He could look nowhere but straight ahead, and could see nothing but what was directly in front of him.
A figure crossed his view. He recognized the paunch with the t-shirt pulled tight across it immediately. Neckbeard. The figure crossed twice more, and both times Duane reflexively tried to follow it, but his vision remained restricted to the scene before him. A f
