Chapter Thirteen
Malik
M alik floated towards consciousness again. His body was still in stasis, and he couldn’t move. He could hear voices again. He strained to listen, but full consciousness was not within his reach.
He heard the outer door scrape open and wondered how long it had been since the last time someone had visited him. Time had no meaning here.
The voices came closer, and he could almost feel their presence. He could swear he semi-recognised one of the voices when someone declared, “Shit!”