081413 #worm In muck-covered panic, Me sees the great maw at the rear of the truck has been jammed open several inches. They slog their way over to that flickering mouth of light. It is just barely wide enough. Him wriggles through. Me, slightly fatter, forces himself through also, but the jagged edge of the door claims his red sweatshirt. He barely manages to grab the something special that Krim had put in there--seems so long ago now. Me is not cold, because fires are dancing luridly all around. Him and Me see that they are somewhere downtown, halfway down a concrete ramp off a side street. But they've never seen downtown like this before. An unholy orange light reigns over all. The snow-sky looms down on the scene like a canopy over a devilish circus. Him and Me cough and sputter, looking wildly around.