I decide that since I'm in a mostly safe place anyway, I better wait for the time when the cultists go asleep. Then I'd be able to sneak into the town hall and snatch Zeke's skull undisturbed, and with fewer deaths.
"You know they will all die regardless, my Maya. What's the point of waiting?" Zeke says to that. He didn't create a new illusion of himself, so I still hear his voice right in my ear.
"First, I don't want to watch this happening, Zeke," I respond from where I lie on Frank's couch. "Second, what if they shoot me?"
The couch is narrow and I feel springs poking at my ribs, but the man's bed is just gross. I'm not sleepy, but I feel a need to relax and unwind. My only wish is that this house had at least a single book I could read. Instead, I'm stuck with a TV that only shows two channels: news and reality shows.
Maybe death was a mercy for this poor man.
"I would protect you from any weapons they could find, my Maya. You are safe with me."
