Chapter 3
Shane woke up the following morning on the floor. At first, he was bewildered. What am I doing here? Then slowly the events of the previous evening came back to him. He tried to kill me! And then a terrifying thought. Is he still here? In bed? He lifted himself slowly, just high enough to see over the edge of the mattress. It was empty. He sighed and slunk back to the floor.
For a moment, he closed his eyes. He breathed deeply, feeling some slight discomfort as he did so. He placed a hand to his throat, tender to the touch.
Finally, he stood and looked around the room, at the clothes on the floor and the empty glass on Tyler’s bedside table. Cautiously leaving the bedroom, he went to the kitchen, where he found signs that Tyler had cooked breakfast, evidence in the form of dir
