The first thing that woke Frank was a call from the debt collectors, phoning in from an unknown number, to hound him about the overdue payments on medical bills he had racked up after the car crash that had nearly taken both his legs seven years ago.
There was an analog tape recorder - still coated in dried blood and with a label affixed to the top that said clearly and in bold DO NOT DIGITIZE - several vials, filled with dark and ruddy liquids; a small ring of fobs and keys; a severed finger; and several binders of protruding papers.