Warner is shouting my name and I look up despite my best efforts. His eyes are two shots of green punched through a pane of glass. Cutting through me. I take a deep breath and hope I won’t die. I take a deep breath and inch my way down the rope. I take a deep breath and hope Warner doesn’t realize what just happened. I hope he doesn’t know he just touched my leg. And nothing happened. Twenty-Eight I’m burning.
