“Thursday?” Donner blinks, eyes streaming looking for the source of the voice.
“No. Thursssssawday.” Somewhere in the darkness.The room is dimly lit from various computer screens. Ominous bulbous shapes loom out of the dark.
“Are the s’es required?” Donner grins as he levers him self up, his in some kind of tube. His memory is shot to hell but his mind seem fast enough.
“Hello?” the voice has gone quiet, perhaps it doesn’t understand sarcasm. Then something grabs the back of his head and there is a feeling of definite pressure on his throat.
“No. They are not.” The sibilant voice is right next to his ear, Donner gets a whiff of something decayed. Suddenly he wonders if humour was the right way to go.