The room was undulating.  He couldn’t move his arms.  When he tried to scream.  His voice was gone.  It was hot, burning up.

Janet put a cool towel on the man’s head.  She said to him.  “I don’t know your name.  And I hate that we call people John.  You remind me of my grandpa, I hope you don’t mind if I call you Sam.  That is until you get a chance to tell us who you are and your story.”


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