Chapter 30

• Just as Dice predicted, the moment they returned to the flat, Gala collapsed into sleep without seeing a thing—not even the landscape of South Metro he’d asked about. Not even the chicken soup he'd requested.
• He was out like a light.
• Still wearing his soiled uniform, his scuffed old shoes still laced on, Gala lay sprawled awkwardly across the sagging old couch. The cushions had nearly caved in under his weight, yet it didn’t stop him from choosing that spot over a bed. Dice, standing in the kitchen, watched in silence and slowly shook his head.