{"id":1977,"date":"2011-11-30T09:29:44","date_gmt":"2011-11-30T14:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/?p=1977"},"modified":"2011-11-30T09:29:44","modified_gmt":"2011-11-30T14:29:44","slug":"day-30-last-of-the-random-excerpts-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/?p=1977","title":{"rendered":"Day 30: Last of the Random Excerpts (#6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mitch lifted a hand to gingerly probe his temples, which were pounding so hard he thought he might be on the verge of having a stroke.\u00a0 The name in his mind, the one that seemed to belong to him, felt strange, alien, like a tag some zoo-keeper had arbitrarily hung around his neck.\u00a0 None of the avalanche of images that had flooded into him seemed any more real than a movie flashing on a screen.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat did you do to me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt&#8217;s more what I did <em>through<\/em> you,\u201d Eve said.\u00a0 \u201cI had to reach someone, and it meant breaking down a few doors along the way.\u00a0 I wouldn&#8217;t have done it if I&#8217;d had any other choice, believe me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mitch was filled with so many questions, that picking one seemed to take a great effort.\u00a0 He finally settled on, \u201cWhat the hell are we doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Eve tucked the filthy scrap of cloth into her jacket pocket, and rocked back on her heels.\u00a0 \u201cI haven&#8217;t quite worked that out yet.\u00a0 What I do know is, that I was stupid enough to drag my cousin into all this, and if anything&#8217;s happened to him&#8230;\u00a0 He&#8217;s just a kid, and he&#8217;s out there somewhere.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t know if they&#8217;ve taken him, or what they might have done if they did.\u00a0 All I know is, I have to find him, and get him back home in one piece, or my mom and Francine are going to kill me.\u00a0 And I wouldn&#8217;t blame them.\u00a0 Oh, and by the way&#8230;\u201d\u00a0 Her head lifted, and her body went very still.\u00a0 Then she slowly reached down, and picked up the long metal pipe.\u00a0 \u201cI think there&#8217;s something else down here with us.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mitch lifted a hand to gingerly probe his temples, which were pounding so hard he thought he might be on the verge of having a stroke.\u00a0 The name in his mind, the one that seemed to belong to him, felt &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/?p=1977\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7,9],"tags":[778,770,768,776],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1977"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1977"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1977\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1980,"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1977\/revisions\/1980"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.celticharper.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}