brian m. carlson brian m. carlson Vignettes version 2 of the GNU General Public License the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License

Jonas was a bit confused. Where shall I go? he asked.

The sepulchral voice did not reply. It only gasped and wheezed a little. At one point, it cleared its throat, like it was about to say something, but it only proceeded to spit out some phlegm.

Or at least that's what Jonas thought it did. Nobody could be sure, since it was just a voice.