Moving with caution, he looked again into the mirror but saw only his own face, pale in the dim light, hair askew. And then he realized that maybe what he saw was BEHIND him! He immediately raised his pistol, spun around and sat down hard, his back against the wall.Anatomist wrote:Øyvind walks towards the image of himself, trying to make some sense of what he saw.
But he saw nothing in the toilet area.
Øyvind exhaled with relief and relaxed his arms, allowing his hands and pistol to fall into his lap. He closed his eyes and nodded his head forward, muttering to himself, "What is going on here? And hasn't anyone heard my gunshot?" He began to focus on the slow drip of the water, echoing lightly within the small enclosed room, and the rhythmic vibrations of the ship's engines.
He sighed, opening his eyes. And then he felt something on the back of his hand. He looked down and saw a quick movement, something small and black that crawled out of sight under his sleeve, tickling the hairs on his arm.
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Job. (the tortured one)