Bob I

Bob writhed in Damian’s mind.

The pull of the Breach. The Breach. It pulls on him, pulls him, wants him back. He refuses, he will not return. That is not the way, he is here, this is his here, his here is now. —Sqvhfuffttt— THE BREACH PULLS.

He must move forward.

Soon.

He must be allowed forward. It’s HIS TURN.

He hates the name “Bob.”