A lot of things have been surfacing in his mind lately, coming to him in strange ways. It can be hard to tell which order the memories go in, since much of it blends together into a series of impressions. Shifting through it is disturbing work, and until now he hasn’t done it with any sort of purpose. Michael moves closer to Lee reflexively.
“It’s like I was always in the same place until the—I guess it was the British came, so it’s hard to tell. Uh, there was one thing, though. It’s not… well. All it is: I’m in that place, it’s dark. And then the door cracks open and some light comes in, like someone’s coming in.”