Chapter 14–Tuesday, 2:30AM

Herb came to in strange surroundings. Linda was looking down at him when he opened his eyes. “Where am I?” he asked.

“St. Prune’s,” Linda answered. “You passed out at your house. Hit your head pretty hard on the wall. Monica brought you here.”

Herb scanned his room There was no window and the door to the hall was closed. No clues to the time of day. “What time is it?”

“It’s about 2:30 Tuesday morning.”

“Tuesday.” Herb’s heart sunk. The stalkers would have their clear skies and bright moonlight in less than forty-eight hours. Herb remembered his house and... “Is String really gone?” he asked.

A puddle formed in the corner of each of Linda’s eyes. The left eye’s pool broke first, trickling down her stalk and onto the floor. She could not speak.

Herb could not either. He lay in his bed and wept silently.