"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! This isn't right!"
Early in the morning, a certain someone's wailing resounded within the Fortress of the Morning Wind, the sound was mournfully lingering, like a donkey pinned to a stake, seconds away from being beheaded by the Butcher.
From the corridor came the clattering sound of wheels, and Bologue appeared at the end of the corridor, pushing a wheelchair with Palmer on it, who was constantly shrieking.
Earlier this morning, Palmer was deep in a wonderful dream, when Bologue suddenly burst in, bringing along a wheelchair.
Judging by Palmer's usual death-like slumber, Bologue shouldn't wake him, actually, that was Bologue's plan too, to stealthily transport Palmer outside so that when he wakes and realizes, it'd be too late.
Yet unexpectedly for Bologue, the moment he opened the door, Palmer instinctively opened his eyes.
Thanks to some bad memories brought by Zefirin, Palmer's alertness during sleep had unknowably increased many times.
