Gray ceiling tiles. Small black men in rows. Blending to join the gray to the unfocused eye. Light blaring down like the sun joined by stairs. God I love England. Everything smells so sweet in the afternoon.
A day off. Just what I needed. Ruth stood above me washing my hair, while relaxed, finally. I wonder why the sent us all home. We had been working on a huge story. This story would bring up the ratings. Something about extremely cruel animal testing. We had struck a deal with some extremists. Tomorrow they were supposed to bring the tape. The proof. Oh well. I'm off and I'm gonna enjoy it.
I should call Rubert and let him know I'm off but this is sooo relaxing. I'll make up for it later tonight. Maybe a quicky before work tomorrow. I think I'm shut my eyes for a bit. My eyes close and sleep closes in. I listen to the silent rhythm in of the water and the static of the t.v. in the corner. A new motion joined. The beat.
I knew what it was. I knew but I didn't know. I was so groggy. Footsteps? A shriek?
The footsteps got faster and closer and a warm liquid hit my face. I think I remember a scream but who could hear anything over the roaring water. The liquid filled my nostrils and I opened my eyes to red.