And what was I thinking about? Maybe that I’d drunk the wrong milk in my office and fucking blasted myself through time, through space, all the while realizing that I’ve been the pawn to some twisted psychopathic science experiment for months and, for all I knew, was floating in a tube of goo somewhere dreaming all of this up in my sleep. That I was being watched, that Lev was probably looking at the two of us right now through a camera he’d installed in my toilet, under my bed, behind my own fucking eyes.
