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Was it a dream? At first there was no sense of time or place. Driver felt only her consciousness drifting weightless, without a body to anchor it down. She sensed a low rumble, like the sound of an aircraft at altitude. Was she on a flight?
Driver tried to remember what had happened in the preceding hours. The last thing she remembered was being in a jail cell with Wells on the other side of the bars. Being dragged from the cell, yes. And spirited outdoors into the night air. But the memories were evasive, like slippery fish. She fought her way through a mental fog as the rumble grew louder. Driver felt the sting of a needle prick in her arm, that too a memory.
Of course – she wasn’t lost in sleep. She’d been drugged. And this was a gradual return to reality, feeling the weight of he
