He had no idea what time it was, or even what day.He had no idea what time it was, or even what day. He glanced around the room, looking for a clock, but found none. Only then did he realize that his room had no window. It hadn't occurred to him before now how unusual it was to find a bedroom without a window. But then, he told himself, some of Mandy's activities are a little strange - perhaps she had them bricked up for privacy. Mandy! He suddenly remembered the events of the past few days and the predicament they had been left in, especially Mandy. When he had last seen her, she had been imprisoned in a diabolical vibrating rubber bodysuit, and embedded beneath more layers of rubber, on a tilting table... Mr. Dodds! Was he still about? He felt panicky for a moment. He couldn't remember the last several hours. Then it came back to him. Flora's release, then his, their discovery of Mandy safely sleeping in her room... Well, I'm awake now, he thought. Might as well check on Mandy. He swung out of bed and padded carefully to the door, where he stopped again, in wonderment. He fingered his pajamas. He hadn't been wearing pajamas. |