Simply kneeling beside Mitt at the lagoon, Jay got dizzy, euphoric. Here in the second chamber of the stomach, he’ll soon deplete of any self-protective instinct. He’ll slip into fatigue, then coma. He’ll slump beneath the acids. They will glug down his open throat, start dissolving his innards. ((((MOVE)))) Jay hasn’t followed a Mitt Gardiner order in two years, but he follows this one.
