That was too much. I sat on the floor because I was feeling too weak. My eyes were blurring. He came to me, bent to me and said,-why do you not call i...mad? Why not try your imad against my god who ordered me to do this to you? Come on, pray for him!-I was too weak to scream or do anything because of the excruciating pain of my head. He bent and held my jacked, ready to rip it apart. Suddenly…I saw a black figure appear behind him, and in a moment, my jacket was released of his hands and Omar. “Just English mustard please.” He interrupted.She smiled. “And a bottle of the Barossa Valley Shiraz.”He nodded.“You seem to have the same tastes as Bradley,” she said. “He likes T-bone steak and the Australian Shiraz’s.”She was smiling and once again it made him wonder if she knew what was going on. “Would you like some House Champagne put on ice, sir?”He shook his head. “Much too much for me.”“We do half bottles as well sir.”She seemed intent on getting him to have champagne as well.“Bradley. I knew how Erin felt, having gone overboard with both Eddie and Brad on several occasions. Sometimes, it was like I couldn't get enough and would make love until it hurt.Aunt Sally and Maria came out along with Mom and Dad. Dad said we had to get going so Aunt Sally and Frank wouldn't miss their flight. Erin began to cry again and hugged Frank like she would never see him again. Frank also cried and we all moved away from them so they could say goodbye."Isn't Erin going to the airport with you. There weren’t any discernible windows, though it wasn’t dark inside at all. There was sufficient light to see, though it seemed to be coming from inside the walls themselves, a pulsating ever-moving sequence. In fact, the whole room seemed to be pulsating slightly.Ah crap, she thought, I’m inside it. I’m in its stomach.She looked around, trying to work out where she’d come in; there must be some sort of entrance hole somewhere, but the surface seemed unbroken. Perhaps it had closed up once.