Jeffrey Jones was gone.
Eric thanked God ten times in a row, then uncrossed his aching fingers and sat back in his chair, staring at the computer screen while trying to think of nothing.
When he felt that familiar hand on his shoulder and heard that familiar voice tell him his time was up, his first thought was, That's a nice voice, the kind of voice a nice mom would use when telling her baby good night.
Eric stood up and felt like parts of himself were unattached, like his head and feet had floated off his body. As he crossed the library floor, he had to keep looking down to make sure his feet were really walking.
/my little blog is on temporary hiatus/