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He was either horribly hungover and hallucinating in pain.
Or in the middle of a fantastic, impossible, discovery.
He'd intended to stumble down to the kitchen and have something to eat so his innards would stop sloshing around. He'd been stopped short by the glare of light on the other side of the door. Bright, steady, not flickering. He squinted against it, stepped into the hall, and let the door swing shut behind him...
And wandered on, drawn forward step as if compelled or controlled or...fascinated.
When he reached the intersection of several halls and stood in an open space, he laughed out loud, clapped his hands together and then threw his arms wide, like he could embrace the whole thing. "Brilliant!"
Or in the middle of a fantastic, impossible, discovery.
He'd intended to stumble down to the kitchen and have something to eat so his innards would stop sloshing around. He'd been stopped short by the glare of light on the other side of the door. Bright, steady, not flickering. He squinted against it, stepped into the hall, and let the door swing shut behind him...
And wandered on, drawn forward step as if compelled or controlled or...fascinated.
When he reached the intersection of several halls and stood in an open space, he laughed out loud, clapped his hands together and then threw his arms wide, like he could embrace the whole thing. "Brilliant!"