3. Chapter Three
The cat read itself again, and this time, it walked toward me. When it got about 50 feet away from me, it glitched away, just like the piano. I curled up on the floor, and tried to get some sense over this god-forsaken place.
After what seemed like an eternity, I gave in. I thought that, if I ran forever, surly I’d get somewhere. So I stood up, and ran. And ran. After at least a few hundred miles, I saw what appeared to be a cliff. As I neared toward the cliff, I was oblivious to what was beneath it, and was running too fast to stop in time.
No one took any notice of the man in a suit lying dead on the streets of Boston. Not a soul.