The cobwebs that filled Matt’s head tried to untangle what had happened but ran interference with the bowling ball alley that kept pushing strikes. Opening his eyes through the pain only sent him on the edge of a spinning wheel watching the room go round and round and making his stomach want to heave up what little was there. He wanted to stand but hands with gentle persuasion held him in place. “Spiacente, sorry” whispered a consoling voice close to his ear. Then, something cold was pr...