Willoughby wakes up and Willoughby says, “I don’t want to die.”
He sits on the edge of his bed and repeats it and repeats it like a mantra. Five words counted on the fingers of his right hand.
We couldn’t hear a radio or t.v. coming from any of the apratments on the block, but we could hear Willoughby.
We could hear him all the way out in the street.