And maybe he's right. Maybe Nick's survival isn't strength or providence, maybe it's just an inability to die. To live forever, down in the hole.
But if you have no story left, you must have another plan. If the angel wasn't Saul, if the Imam was just like the rest of them -- dead -- then you need to find another way out. Into the arms, perhaps, of gravity.
She pushes through the noise and shades, the people who are barely there, all the way back to Abby. First compliance and then freedom. The right way.
It's sundown in the West, as they call us to Salat; as darkness falls, on Maryland and Caracas, she demands her medication, and he picks up his needle.
These are the stories we don't want to hear anymore. These are the stories that nobody tells. Shadows and shades and torment that never ends, down among even the righteous dead.
Once they were heroes. Now they are rewarded.JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps The Good Wife, Homeland, Hostages, Ravenswood, and Masters Of Sex for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, Twitter, and Facebook, as well as a regular column for Tor.com, Geek Love.