Jude moved away from the table. I heard her take off her gloves with a snick as the plastic snapped back on itself.
Sal looked into my eyes with attention. “Doesn’t look like you even got surprised by that. No symptoms of shock. You’re good to go.” She then moved away from the table and snicked off her own gloves.
I sat up, touching my neck. “Thanks to your care, anyway. Nice to know you’ve thought this out.”
“Not our first rodeo.” Sal replied.
“Not by a long shot.” Jude added.
I slid down off the table and touched my neck again. “No mark, huh? So what was that?”
“Manifestation based on our own fears.” Sal said. “We were thinking that something like that might happen and so what we feared appeared for us.”
“That’s the trick to all these scenes.” Jude added. “It’s the observer syndro
