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the CD to the guy behind the counter, who removed the sticky tape from the sides. (Can you fucking believe it – the store tries stopping theft with sticky tape?)
    Sky put the headphones on. I shuddered, thinking of the millions of crawling head lice, other people’s filthy oily ears and the things that might have already started living on those headphones. Gross!
    Kerbs came sauntering closer. ‘I’ll wait outside,’ he said. ‘Don’t take forever.’
    Sky pressed the volume button on the counter to max. I knew why. The shitty rap music that played in the store was so loud that you could barely hear the music in the headphones.
    Sky pressed the next track button.
    He listened for a while. Then suddenly he removed the headphones.
    ‘We shouldn’t go anymore,’ he said.
    ‘What? What are you talking about?’
    ‘MindFuck. We should stay away.’ He looked scared.
    ‘Why?’ I asked cautiously. And as soon as I said it I knew that I should have kept my mouth shut.
    ‘I saw blood. The other night in Mystic. You know, when …’
    ‘Yes …’
    ‘Blood, Burns. Bad shit is gonna happen if we go.’
    ‘Fuck, Sky, why are you telling me this? I hate it when you come up with this crap.’
    He put the headphones back on again. Chose the next track. But he was stilllooking at me. With those blue eyes that could see things before they happened. His Sky Eyes.
    And he looked concerned. Fucking concerned.
    An alarm suddenly went off at the store entrance. Sky and I both swung around. We knew it was Kerbs.

TRACK 07
Dreams, blood and money
    ‘Blood, Burns,’ said Sky in my dream that night. We were floating in a boat on the water. I couldn’t see the land at all. I somehow knew it was out there, but I just couldn’t see it. I heard music rolling in from far away. I think it was ‘Night falls like a grand piano’ by Wonderboom.
    ‘Blood, Burns,’ Sky repeated, lifting his arms, his palms facing up. He extended his hands to me. The stretched skin turned pale and then blood slowly started oozing to the surface. It formed a small arch in the palm of his hand. He turned his hand over. The blood dripped into the boat.
    Drip, drip, drip.
    The red lines ran down against the Perspex inside of the boat.
    ‘What are you doing?’ I asked.
    ‘I’m performing magic,’ Sky said.
    ‘What kinda magic?’
    ‘Mind magic. And you’re my volunteer.’
    I didn’t know what he meant. In a way it probably made sense. No, it meant nothing. Sky couldn’t do magic. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but something stopped me. Perhaps it was his eyes that had suddenly turned black. Like black holes one should stay away from.
    ‘Where’s Kerbs?’ I asked.
    ‘He’s getting rid of her. Making sure that they don’t find her.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘You know.’
    Sky pointed to the water with a bloody finger. A drop of blood ran down the shaft of his finger, clinging to the tip for a while and then dropping into the pitch-black water.
    The water became clear.
    I saw Kerbs’ face staring up from out of the water.
    He laughed at me.
    Then it seemed as if he wanted to tell me something. I held my ear closer to the water to listen. His arms suddenly shot out, grabbing my head and pulling me from the boat.
    The water was deadly cold. Kerbs’ fingers pressed hard against my temples, his legs intertwining with mine. I tried kicking to get to the surface. It didn’t help. Kerbs was amazingly strong. I was running out of breath. I tried freeing myself from his grip. I thought I heard him laughing. It wasa weird sound, like a dog being run over. We sank even deeper. My heart stopped …
    And I knew that somewhere there was land. Even though I couldn’t see it.
    I knew it was only a dream.
    Everything.
    Sky couldn’t perform magic.

    ‘Dude, fuck Sky. I’m fed up with his Nostradamus-shit.’
    I was in Kerbs’ flat. A pigsty of dirty dishes, dirty underwear, dirty everything. It didn’t bother him at all. He said that someday he would bang a