Ch. 1 This is Home
He watched her sitting still across the room. Her toes blue, not as blue as the plastic jumpsuit she was wearing. His eyes fixed on her rib cage, watching for a breath. Faint. Her fingernails were brittle and long, the veins running down her fingers never twitched. When he looked at her eyes she stared past him. Tempting him to break the four second rule. He dared not too, for he did not want her to think he was like the rest of them. Also she was a dangerous contained subject and it would be foolish to look away.
"Are you patriotic?"
Startled by her question, not the question itself but that she was able to formulate a question.
"Why do you ask?"
"Your wallpaper is American flags."
With his periphery he scanned the room. The walls were white.
"The bathrooms at the rest stop did not lock. The latches did not align with the doors."
He checked off persistent. The drugs were working.
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