‘Oh, Barry, thanks, did I doze off again?’
‘You did, chief, you were dreaming you were Billy Barnes.’
‘Was that a nice dream, Barry, or a nightmare?’
‘Probably a nice dream, chief, considering how things really worked out.’
‘They didn’t work out too well then?’
‘Not too well.’
‘But I can’t remember what happened. I’m all confused, things just keep going round in circles again and again and again.’
‘Like a serpent with its tail in its mouth, chief.’
‘Just like that, Barry. Why is it so dark in here?’
‘The cupboard door’s locked.’
‘Which cupboard’s that?’
‘The one where Billy keeps the voodoo handbag.’
‘What voodoo handbag?’
‘The one in the story.’ What story?’
‘The one that we’re in. ‘And who are we?’
We’re skulls on the voodoo handbag, chief.’
‘What voodoo handbag?’
‘The one in the story.’
‘What story?’
‘The one that we’re in.’
‘And who are we?’
‘We’re skulls on a voodoo handbag.’
‘What voodoo handbag?’
‘The one in the story.’ What story?’
‘The one that we’re in.’
‘And who are we?’
‘We’re—’