It took all my strength, but I managed to roll onto my back. A puddle of red liquid rested where I was.

     A train of weakness, fatigue and pain hit me in a wreck. I wanted to sleep, but curiosity kept me awake.

      Again, I asked the cloak, "What....did....I do to....you?"

      He responded with one other word, "Your."

      'You' and 'Your', what could I make of that? Nothing.

      I coughed several dry, yet painful notes and noticed how thirsty I was.