The van waits in the driveway, its double doors stand open. The two of them, one on either side now, take me by the elbows to help me in. Whether this is my end or a new beginning I have no way of knowing: I have given myself over into the hands of strangers, because it can’t be helped. And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.
I wonder what the book would have been like if this happened about halfway through.. I would have enjoyed learning more about the resistance, I think. But I guess that's been done.
