[That something could descend on the house at any time is a fear shared by Max's other housemates. At least one for sure.
For a brief time Jake thought he was finally getting a grip on the menagerie of terrors that have made homes in his mind, but as it turns out, his imagination shares the same open-door policy as Reims: there's always room for more. The Sound Eaters are just the latest addition to the collection. In those early hours when his pulse is pounding in his ears and the fear is pounding in his head and he realizes he's back to the cycle of not sleeping, Jake gets up once villagers with pre-dawn jobs start to stir.
He's been outside for almost an hour when he gets a text from MadMax. Mad Max. It's still funny. Her username is becoming a familiar sight and he's glad when he sees it, picturing the redheaded girl on the other end.]
I was just thinking that, you read my mind. [HA.] You got a minute? I could use another set of hands to carry something that might help with that.
ROLLS UP LATE WITH FRENCH STARBUCKS
For a brief time Jake thought he was finally getting a grip on the menagerie of terrors that have made homes in his mind, but as it turns out, his imagination shares the same open-door policy as Reims: there's always room for more. The Sound Eaters are just the latest addition to the collection. In those early hours when his pulse is pounding in his ears and the fear is pounding in his head and he realizes he's back to the cycle of not sleeping, Jake gets up once villagers with pre-dawn jobs start to stir.
He's been outside for almost an hour when he gets a text from MadMax. Mad Max. It's still funny. Her username is becoming a familiar sight and he's glad when he sees it, picturing the redheaded girl on the other end.]
I was just thinking that, you read my mind. [HA.] You got a minute? I could use another set of hands to carry something that might help with that.