There’s a crackling noise, like an old film starting up. We all turn towards the sound. The projected images on the wall are going out. They flare into white brightness, one by one, as if an explosion of light has washed away the whole set, the way a nuclear bomb goes off in a movie.
The ground rumbles beneath my feet and something slams against the reinforced door hard enough that the noise echoes through the whole cave.
I flipped through the book and landed on page 106.
Crew, a yellow lab mix puppy -with feet larger than his body- sniffed the sidewalk, grass, and the potted plant by the door of the vet’s office.
The vet’s office was located on the outskirts of the historic town in a valley surrounded by mountains.
Glancing around quickly to see if cameras were following me, I opened the door. Crew preceded me inside. No one would follow me here. No one knew who I was.