“Who are you?” Myka whispered her eyes widening as she looked back and forth from the woman to the empty machine.
The warehouse was now spinning. Maybe I’m spinning… I mean I’m clearly delirious or maybe I didn’t wake up…I passed out and this is clearly a dream. Myka was reeling, deeply confused about the stranger she was holding onto for dear life.
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