seventhhouse: The Final Reverie, chapter 4

It was as if now that he'd reached the hotel, his dreams could progress. Shaloum stood in a dark room - no, in the corner of a dark room, unable to see much of anything at all. He could hear a voice, a girl's voice, speaking in quick English .... Slowly, Shaloum put the book down, looked into the glasses, and reached into his pocket. There was his pocket knife, although he didn't recall feeling it in his pocket earlier. He whipped it out, pulling the knife from its place. ...