It wasn’t until they were on the completely straight, one-way main road that Ethen spoke again in a hard voice, full of determination. “You will answer my questions.”

“Of course,” she said. There was silence as she waited patiently for him to continue speaking.

A momentary sliver of light illuminated his face. It was contorted in pain, but whether from the wounds he had suffered from being locked in the white room or from a more psychological pain, she couldn’t tell. Both probably.

The light vanished quickly, leaving an imperfect darkness in its wake. The road was getting harder to see. The intervals where the remaining headlight would flicker and stay out were getting longer and longer. However, unworried at the increasing inability to distinguish the road, she fixed he...

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