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The rain pelted on the window in a steady cadence that guided Chloe back to consciousness. She stirred slowly, her clouded mind registering one sense, and then another. The thick smell of chemical sanitization. A quiet clinking of metal on metal somewhere not too far away, in concert with a timid repetitive beeping somewhere close by. In the background, voices spoke words she could not quite make out. She blinked. Once at first, then several times, willing herself into a clearer state of mind. Hazy shapes slowly resolved into recognizable objects. One of them turned.
Jack shrugged. “You know, order out of chaos? The Big Bang?” He kicked a lone pebble over the edge of the cliff. “I’ve seen a lot of chaos. Never saw it turn into order. What about you?”
