Author’s note: Something to keep in mind when reading this chapter is that all of Ford’s characterization is purely from Stanley’s perspective. While most of it is pretty accurate, not all of it is. Poor Stanley doesn’t understand his brother quite as well as he thinks he does.
Things don’t go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up.They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be. - Charles Jones
He was trapped, surrounded on all sides by a thick covering of formless white fog. There was no temperature and no sound. Not even his breathing or the beat of his own heart made a noise in the endless, timeless, silence. He didn’t move. He couldn’t think. It was as though he had been put on pause; trapped in a moment without any recollection as to how he’d gotten there, or any guess as to what might happen once he got out. If he got out.
Then suddenly, there was a sound. A familiar voice called out to him in the distance, shattering the stifling silence with a reminder of his name. The fog seemed to go on the defensive, pressing in tighter and tighter, a little more reluctant to go. It clung in curling wisps around his head and shoulders, trying to block everything and everyone else out. But the source of the noise was getting closer, and as it did, it kicked up a mighty gust of chilling wind. One that completely dispelled the murkiness in a surprised gasp.
“Hey! Hey, over here!” Stanley turned to see his brother sprinting at lightning speed down the length of the beach, his backpack swinging wildly behind him, and a flurry of glimmering sand being kicked up in his wake.
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