FOURTEEN
‘Well I didn’t see that one coming, but it explains a lot,’ Jack said. They had returned to Mandy’s office and stood together, looking out the window at their tree that for the past few days had been stationary, but a stiff breeze had developed in the short time they had been with the General. The tree was waving vigorously, and combined with the still strong sun, the leaf shadow pattern was energetically dappling their eyes, both mesmerising and disturbing. Mandy was enjoying it, but Jack was finding it a lot like flashing strobe lights, creating disconnected images. He felt dizzy, gripped Mandy’s shoulders to steady himself. It all happened so fast, and he made a dash for the corridor and the toilets, bumping his shoulder as he went, a yell muffled, his hand over his mouth.
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