CHAPTER 45
I’m in some big room I’ve never seen before. Almost like a ballroom. Tons of open space.
It’s depressing here. Lots of black and gray, with just a tiny ray of light streaming in from the far window. If this were a movie, I’d say the director was trying too hard to be dramatic.
There’s no one here. It’s totally empty except for me. There’s something up front on a little platform. Maybe this isn’t a ballroom. It reminds me more of a church or something but without the pews or places for people to sit. And there’s no podium for the preacher to stand behind, just a wooden box. Like they’re getting ready to do a Christmas pageant but the only prop they’ve built so far is the manger for baby Jesus.
That’s what it is. A manger. I go up to it. I think I hear a sound coming from the
