subterranean level, had been like a home to him. Nelson opened and closed his pudgy fists, as if ready to hit someone, or something. “When?” “I got it across the flash this morning.” “No, I mean how long do we have left?” “Ten days.” “Then the time has come,” Nelson said, pulling out a bac. “I need to show you something.” “What?” Runit asked, waving a finger at the bac before Nelson could light it.
