It takes two hours before someone lifts me off the couch. It must be Midnight, perhaps Secrets, but no one else would. I wonder for a second where they will take my body. Probably dump it in the river. I mean, I'm supposed to be dead anyway. Don't want to be caught as the family of a dead criminal.
But as soon as my body moves, I can no longer wonder. My mind goes white with pain. Everywhere, I can feel it on the insides of my bones for God's sake. I hope I don't have to sway like this forever.
I don't know how long it takes, but I finally get set down on some sort of bed. It's cushioned, and very comfortable, yet there's something too comfortable about it. Then I realize, without having to sneak a glance, I'm in a coffin.
The last one I'd been in was just a wooden box, but this, this was different. I don't think I'd mind rotting underground in this, quite frankly, but I know what I have to do, what my mission is. The lid closes, and the light penetrating my eyelids is gone. I hear a door close, softly, as whoever was carrying me exists. I need to get out, it's probably my only chance.
I open my eyes, taking a moment to get my thoughts together, as they are staggered from the pain, and lightly push open the lid. I'm in a dark room, concrete everything; walls, floor, even the table. Then I realize, I'm in the bunkers.
I'm still home. Everyone I love, everyone I've hurt, is still upstairs. I could go comfort them, I could take my death back. But I can't, for various reasons. I can't go back.
But where now?