He hadn't used the hole back to the apartment in a very long time. It wasn't safe there anymore. But it wasn't safe anywhere at all. Henry pulled the saint's medallion over his head and swallowed. He could hear something groaning somewhere behind him. He was tired, so, so tired and blood was wet on his face from a close-call. There wasn't another hole anywhere, but he knew this one. This one was the original, the one he'd used too many times to get back to safety. He had no idea what was there now. Henry turned around. The groaning was closer now, and soon the monster would be around the corner.
Henry sucked in a breath and made the split-second decision to climb through. The whispering assaulted his ears as it always did, and his heart raced in anxiety. The groaning became far away--
And then he woke upon a familiar mattress.
