Chapter 77: Blind.

“CAN YOU SEE anything?” Pete’s voice, warm and close, reached Nigel as his bare feet trod on a soft, yielding fabric. Moments ago, he’d been certain he stood on cold stone. Now, he considered they might have been tiles.

“It’s all white,” Nigel groaned, the sound thick with frustration. “Are we alone? Oi, that was a right crock of shite. I embarrassed myself.”

“We are alone in the hallway outside JP’s lab.” Pete’s tentacles, ...