The voice was perfectly clear in her head. As if he was standing in the room with her.
"Something dreadful is going to happen. I'm going to take someone."
Water dripped from the ceiling and she stood over the table, watching the white sheet pull back from the corpse on the table.
She'd never seen the face of Pierrot look quite so diabolical, his greasepaint streaked, a slash of red across his mouth, and his finger dipped in blood, drawing a question mark on her calendar.
( Through the looking glass, Alex, and into the nightmare, proper. )
"Something dreadful is going to happen. I'm going to take someone."
Water dripped from the ceiling and she stood over the table, watching the white sheet pull back from the corpse on the table.
She'd never seen the face of Pierrot look quite so diabolical, his greasepaint streaked, a slash of red across his mouth, and his finger dipped in blood, drawing a question mark on her calendar.
( Through the looking glass, Alex, and into the nightmare, proper. )