So what now? Once in every few seconds Edem saw flashes of light.. He thought maybe it happened when he managed to open his eyes. Maybe his body was still trying after all, but lifting his eyelids open was harder than it seemed. The pain! He couldn't recall ever hurting so much physically. Then in between his conscious and unconsciousness he began to felt queasy--Am I going to throw up? But there's nothing inside my stomach..

He heard screams. Panicked voices. There was Tammy and the guy's voice--what's he doing calling my name?

And he couldn't hear Lucille. Whether it's because of shock that she couldn't even react or because she was mad, maybe, for being spied on, he didn't care. He hoped to hear her voice. Breathing deeply, Edem struggled to regain consciousness.

Then someone slapped his cheek.

"Ughh," he grunted. It was a hard blow, but thankfully, it helped. Blinking a few times to get rid of the fireflies, he used all his strength to sit up. More arguments. He shifted and leaned his back against the pillar. Warren yelled, and there were heavy footsteps dying away--might be Warren's. Edem was glad that he might probably have gone by the time he was able to speak again.

"Tammeh," he whispered, "I don't like that guy."

Uh-oh. Random. But that wasn't for that Warren guy to hear anyway. Edem believed he was already gone, and those whispers were not for anyone else but Tammy to hear, and.. Despite the fact that he was half awake, he was being honest and sincere.