"Oh no... oh no..." Robin whispered, placing both hands over his head as if trying to physically contain the panic surging inside his skull. His breathing quickened. His heart thundered like war drums. A silent reel of his life began to unravel in his mind, memory after memory flashing by like pages ripped from a burning book.
Hummm...
She stopped.
Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Robin wasn't responding. He wasn't even seeing her.
His expression wasn't that of someone waiting. It wasn't even one of mild annoyance. His eyes were vacant—disconnected—like someone who had just seen a future they weren't prepared for. Like a man watching his own execution.
