“You think I’m going to kill you?” he asks, wiping an imaginary tear away. “Aren’t you?” I mutter. “Why else would you be here with that thing?” I let out a little yelp as Grey pushes me back into the shelves, caging me in. “Oh, no. You’ve got it all wrong. You’ll be seeing Heaven, but not like that.”

“You think I’m going to kill you?” he asks, wiping an imaginary tear away. “Aren’t you?” I mutter. “Why else would you be here with that thing?” I let out a little yelp as Grey pushes me back into the shelves, caging me in. “Oh, no. You’ve got it all wrong. You’ll be seeing Heaven, but not like that.”

— Steph Macca