Each passing moment leaves Pheres more and more tired. He thought that if he stayed still long enough, perhaps the world would stop spinning: but it hasn't, and worse yet, there's just black draping the edges of his vision, the familiar precursor of a collapse.

There's a reason he doesn't use his psionics for recreation. Even the effects of small jumps are annoying: a nosebleed and the resulting nausea are easily managed, but they're only worth it if it saves him a long walk with heavy books, or if they keep a customer from culling him.

Big jumps like this.. well. He was lucky he was awake when he landed. He's lucky he's awake right now, because the ringing in his pan and the darkness crowding his vision are hinting it won't be the cause for long.

Fuck.

There's a sound nearby, and Pheres can't tell the source. It might be the river, it might be voices.. or it might be the feet of some hideous sewer-beast, come to eat him alive.

Or it might be Hinnom. They have to be around here somewhere, don't they?

"Over here," he rasps, dragging his head up to peer into the gloom. The light off of his psionics is more a hindrance than it is a help: it illuminates a few feet ahead of him, like a cone, and the light only makes the gloom of the room seem deeper.

He can't see what made the noise. If it's something come to kill him, well.. fine. He'd prefer to die when he was still awake.

"Hinnom?"