EX/WHI :: Part Fourteen

Previous Part :: Next Part Consciousness returns unexpectedly: no dreams precede it, yet sense remains of being observed, examined before there was nothing, silence. Chris is no longer outside: this isn’t the cafe they were abducted in either. He can count tables though, re-purposed pieces of wood on delicate, metal legs to his left, stripped … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Fourteen

EX/WHI :: Part Thirteen

Previous Part :: Next Part Chris is awake, bolt upright from cold, wet grass, looking around in terror, pretty sure that he was dead about thirty seconds earlier. This will be the second time his heart has stopped whilst in active service: considering where the last one took place, it is considerably less stressful to … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Thirteen

EX/WHI :: Part Twelve

Previous Part :: Next Part This is a dream, same one from last night as time itself shifts slightly off centre, out of focus. Her memory is of what is now happening: not deja vu, but something more fluid, insubstantial yet holding cast iron appearance of reality. Ami’s whole body hurts simultaneously: heavy-limbed and tight-necked, … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Twelve

EX/WHI :: Part Eleven

Previous Part :: Next Part   Here is a place where Chambers can be in his element. It’s taken a while for brain and body to co-ordinate successfully, but this is good, up front and nominally in charge. This is the place in normal life where everything is most comfortable and confident too, even if … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Eleven

EX/WHI :: Part Nine

Previous Part :: Next Part It’s a second before Chris grasps who Ami is talking to, that her honesty and intelligence might count for something if they’re no longer trapped in such an enclosed space. Looking outside, there’s no doubt this won’t be London they’re walking into, but what happens after that would be far … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Nine

EX/WHI :: Part Seven

Previous Part :: Next Part Ami expression is all the confirmation needed: she’s completely serious. There’s also an emerging belief that the woman is absolutely right: normally in those pulpy Netflix TV box sets he’d watch, the protagonist took at least an hour before it became apparent he was in an abduction scenario. Something has … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Seven

EX/WHI :: Part Six

Previous Part :: Next Part The bottles behind the cafe’s counter might look full of alcohol but it is immediately apparent they’re empty, and not even made of glass. What Chris finds fascinating is the illusion they create: same weight, even with obvious transparency, but constructed from something unbreakable, that bounces back every time he … Continue reading EX/WHI :: Part Six