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Chapter 11 by Conflux Conflux

You try to clear your head, concentrate and answer...?

Dazedly

-What..?

Her voice *did* have the same seem peripherally fuzzy quality as your vision, but did you hear that correctly? Did she just actually ask what year it is?

“I asked if you know where you are and what year it is."

She did! How long were you even ****?! Was this about to turn into one of those man wakes up from a decade-long coma with amnesia-stories? The nurse' voice pulls the breaks on your train of thought:

"Patient appears disoriented. Increased oscillation of pupils." She tells a small dictaphone. You blink. It looks familiar; you're pretty sure you had one just like it in the glovebox of your car.

Shit.

The car.

The girls!

“H-how.. are.. did something.. I wasn't alone.. what happened to the girls..?"

Both women share an indecipherable look, over your head. Then the biker opens her mouth:

What does she say?

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