The glass was broken into pieces and swayed on the kitchen floor. Kay put his arm in the hole and felt the door handle in the dark. Cold iron had hard and splinter instead. Wood with nails. Kay sighed and took his arm. Then another thief's number.
He just realized how nervous he was in there. It was dark.
The glass cracked under his feet. Her breathing seemed more intense. He walked into the living room in the kitchen, flattened the gun. The light beam from the flashlight shivered. The house was exactly what it could remember. She tried to imagine how she was here with her father. The bank was still there, just like the red fake plant in the corner of the room.
Then they spoke there on the couch. He was usually bored, but now that he's looking at him, he's convinced he likes to visit. He was one of the few times he met his father.
It was still hard to open the hall. When he opened the door, a high fuuu sound seemed like a scrap of metal on the metal. He walked up the stairs, looked at the landing, and saw nothing except a table hanging against a white wall. His ears are buzzing.
Suddenly, his ears exploded. Something flashed: the image of a desert. His foot was caught, and he choked his chin up a ladder. Blood tasted, swallowed, he just got up. The image of the desert trembled like a flying lamp. When the image was gone, he still saw it for himself. It's a reality. Her face originated. All the doors on the first floor were open. He chose to close them all before continuing any further research. It made her feel that she could be followed any time.
