Chapter Thirty-Three
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“What’s that?” Devin heard his friend say.
He turned to look, not sure what Sawyer was talking about. Sawyer was seated at the table, looking at Devin… or maybe in front of him. Suddenly there was a brief feeling of warmth, and then everything changed. The park was gone. He was indoors, and the lighting was brighter than the overcast sky had been. Strange people were looking at him, and two were approaching and wore concerned looks. One was African-American, the other Caucasian. Both wore lab coats. As all this was registering, Devin almost collapsed. He was extremely week and sick to his stomach. His entire body hurt.
The two men grabbed his arms and guided him to a chair that a third person pushed close to him. As he sat, devices were attached to his fo
