I decided to skip the errands and go straight to the offices of the P.I.T. crew. Located in a building behind the offices of the "regular" Flint Police Department, they tried to keep things as separate as possible so the "normals" didn't get riled up by the goingson of "Others." Segregation all over again.
I parked in the employee parking lot and went around to the back door to try and avoid Malone. I wasn't ready to go over my vision yet, needed to talk with Mel first. I snuck down the back stairs and headed to Mel's office.
As I made my way down the stairs time slowed and turned gooey, like moving through a thick sticky bubble underwater. Something hot and thick coated my skin and left me feeling altered. I forced myself to move forward, push through the bubble so I could get to Mel'
