You say you’re sorry.

Soldeed stops shouting and stares at you.

‘Well, given you’ve apologised,’ he says, ‘we’ll talk no more about it. Never mention it again, in fact.’

You look into his eyes and they begin to spin. You start to feel light-headed.

You wonder why you’re here. You wonder where here is.

Your vision clouds as memories escape.

You rub at your eyes with the heels of you hands.

You shake your head and take a deep breath. Your vision clears.

You look up …

Go here.