Dawn, and with it the restless dreams of the dead. Urgent, it is urgent. The college does not know either.
Nobody knows where.
I plunge into depths of memory, of depression, of loneliness. None of the others need company, none of the others need anything but blood. Occasionally, an accident brings about another, like me. I should be dead, really dead, not trapped in this in-between, monstrous, ravening state. I want to either live or die.