as long as you can remember

Martin’s back is to the door. Jon doesn’t exactly run to Martin’s side, but it’s a near thing. He stops just short of touching Martin, but a quick once-over finds Martin unharmed and unrestrained. “Martin, are you alright? Where is Basira?” Jon asks. Martin doesn’t look up, even as Jon places a hand on his shoulder. His eyes are closed, and his head leans slightly to the side. For one long, terrible moment, Jon’s heart seizes with terror, but then Martin’s eyelids flutter and his chest rises softly. It seems as though he’s fallen asleep in the chair. Even the click of a tape recorder on the table beside Martin doesn’t do much to dampen Jon’s relief.Or, The Tragedy of Jon and Martin: A Comic Puppet Show in All Acts. Act thirty-three.