“Thank you for rescuing me.” “It was the door.” “How’s that?” “It’s your own personal door – it’s with you all the time now, sort of surrounds you.” “Huh?” “Yeah.” “Wow!” “Yep.” “Thank God! Now I’m free!”
He looks at me. I look away. He grabs my chin and forces my face to where I have to look at him. I close my eyes. He slaps me. “Keep your eyes open!” He says. I comply. “What are you!” He yells. “What do you mean?” I reply. “What are you!” He yells louder.