I left the coffin lid open when I rose. These nights the wall holds my eyes longer than lying down ever does.

• MargueriteStill tracing that name on the wall, are you.
  CorbinIf it wears away, I'll carve it again.
• NinaYou said the crypt didn't need cleaning, but the dust is a little...
  BartholtNina. No one sets foot down there.