User:Bubblegum 366/Arty's Projects

"What do you see?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"No; I see nothing, but something is there. A small room. Whitewashed walls. Tiled floor. I don't..."

"Yes?"

"I don't see it. But I know it exists. There are people. But I can't see their faces."

"That... should be normal,"

Ah but I ought to begin at the beginning.

As a superstitious and damaged agent of the police municipale of Valenciennes, it was Edmund's bad luck that he was there when we investigated the crash. He used to be a, pardon me, stable person. But then he lost his wife and his only reason to live. He took a leave from work of course, but it was too early when he returned claiming he was O.K. Of course he wasn't; everybody agreed he wasn't. Nobody could be.