Instead of sleeping, we drank.
"The time in the morgue, I touched Henrietta2—back of my hand; gold; past. So the past was indeed correct; yet it was her past: the happy, enthusiastic girl in a room full of colors. Henry too said that her room had never looked like this..." I wanted to come to a point but didn't remember what it was.
"Where is the real Henrietta?" Danny asked.
I pointed at him.
"Einstein got it, a thousand times more clever than he looks."
Danny squealed happily at my compliment and raised his beer.
"Gone to the parallel world?"
"Come here, my man." I said, and Danny crawled into my lap. Oh damn, I am really drunk. He hugged my waist, and I stroked his bleached hair like I would with a dog.
"Who joins me in going to the parallel world?" I asked, and everyone raised their hands.
"Then we'll go find her now!" I nodded, ready to go, but Danny held me in place on my mattress.
Omar and Jordan laughed, the latter slurring while speaking.
