Small warning for vomit
7.
Koh dreamed of a silver fox dancing at his heels. It leaped around him as he walked a little slowly. Sometimes it was close enough to touch, other times it ventured closer to the trees. He didn't feel like he wanted to pet it, not even that he should. HE just knew it was there and it was close and it regarded him as someone, or something important.
Then the dreaming mind reminded him of where he really was: Resistor Jungle.
And he woke up and threw up.
He noticed, when cleaning it up, there had been no red in it. That was a small mercy.
But now he had ideas, or at least something like one.
