Chapter 163 Share Of Fun

• [XENA]
• I stare up at the ceiling, tracing the circles painted above me—grey among grey, edged in black and white, repeating in patterns that almost make sense if I look at them long enough. I count them once. When I do it the second time, I lose track somewhere in between and start over.
• Time stretches strangely here, thinning and thickening all at once, until I’m certain nearly an hour must have passed because that’s when the door opens.