CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Chris was lying on his back. He touched his torso, his legs, his head. He was in one piece.
He recalled the terrifying plunge from the rooftop and sat up, blinking with surprise. Was he dead? Was this hell? He appeared to be in a very dark room.
“You’re awake,” came the voice of Malcolm. It seemed to be all around him, coming from all directions.
Chris glanced about in the darkness. “Where are you?”
“You won’t be able to see me,” Malcolm replied. “You’re human. There’s a veil over your eyes.”
“Well, take it off,” Chris stammered. “This is freaking me out.”
He could hear the click-click-click of Malcolm’s footsteps on what sounded like a marble floor. But Chris could see nothing.
“There’s only one way to remove the veil,” Malcolm said. “And that’s for you to joi
