Part VII

(See what I mean about things changing)

VII

'Michelle' I coughed

pulling myself up off a park bench

my guts feeling like tree roots f
ripped out from tree bark

'What, how?'

'You've been dreaming' She said

looking at me like I wasn't there

'Merging with the Rat King does that'

'But Allie' I stuttered

'She was your wife. You said she died 18 months ago'

Truth is told I was none the wiser.