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Jack's eyes fluttered open.
He was lying in a hospital bed with his hands folded over his chest, staring up at the ceiling. And he was bone tired. Every muscle felt like it had turned to jelly. “Whoa,” he said. “That was a head trip…”
Anna and Melissa were at the foot of his bed, both standing with their backs turned as they watched the TV. They both spun around to greet him with bright smiles. “Hey!” Anna exclaimed. “You're awake!”
Sitting up, Jack winced as the fatigue hit him like an oncoming truck. “Barely,” he panted. “But my vision is pleasantly Slade-free; so, I'm gonna assume that Summer killed the virus.”
Anna blinked. “You know about the virus?”
“Summer told me,” he explained. “Some time between my chat with the talking fox and that brief trip to Oz. Which reminds me, sh
