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seemed bored. 
    Every drunk in the bar paused their shows for Boricio. Like the blonde, they’d seen this shit play out a thousand times before, but nothing thrilled hill folk like a brawl.
    Boricio winked at Blondie. 
    The giant yelled, “Come on, you fucker!”
    “Your GPS now working? I’m right here. And really, is fucker the best you got? Now technically, if I’d had another minute or two with your cock cozy that’s exactly what I’d be right now, but she smelled like the pussy you get at Goodwill so I passed, and I haven’t fucked your mother since yest—”
    Grizzly charged and stole Boricio’s second punch line. 
    Boricio saw himself sidestepping the goliath, then rushing him from behind, smacking his hands on the man’s ears before going to town. But Boricio was drunk, and Grizzly sent him hard to the floor. 
    He was a boulder atop Boricio. He managed a few jabs to the giant’s ribcage, blows that would’ve hurt most men, if not broken some bones. But Grizzly was wearing a blue whale’s winter coat. 
    He grunted, reached up, grabbed Boricio’s head with both hands, and slammed it hard onto a cushion of sawdust.
    Pain splintered Boricio’s skull, screaming from the lightning strike through him, white and blinding enough to rob him of everything else.
     
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CHAPTER 4 — EDWARD KEENAN
     
    Ed woke handcuffed to a bed in a cold gray cell with instantly recognizable glass doors and walls.
    Black Island. 
    The air conditioner whistled through the ceiling and seemed to fuel the feeling that he was deep underground below tons of concrete and steel. 
    He looked up at the ceiling’s many holes to where he knew the cameras were hidden. 
    “Hey!” he yelled. “I want to speak to Director Bolton!”
    The speakers, also on the ceiling, were silent.
    He called out again, but still no response.
    Ed wondered if he was being monitored, and what the agents had already done to Jade and his friends.
    He pulled at his cuffs, but they only rattled against the metal bed frame — solid and soldered into the wall and floor. 
    Shit.
    He sat up and looked around. There were five other cells in the large room. He didn’t think he’d ever seen this part of the facility, either the Other Earth’s version, or this one’s. He wondered if it was new, or somewhere he’d never been. There was a sliding red door with a camera above it at the end of the hall, with a touch screen beside it. 
    Ed stared at the door, waiting.
    After what seemed like an eternity, the door slid open.
    A man stepped through, alone, wearing jeans and a long navy shirt. Despite the simple denim and cotton, he looked like he’d just left his tailor’s, with everything hanging on his lean frame just so. The man’s slightly wavy brown hair was swept back from his forehead, and though he wore no glasses his face seemed almost naked without them. He seemed vaguely familiar, and Ed felt like he should know the man, but couldn’t remember ever having met him.
    The man stopped in front of Ed’s door, pressed his palm against the pad on the outside. The glass door slid open, and the man entered with a smile.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Ed asked.
    The man’s smile didn’t even flicker. 
    “My name is Desmond Armstrong, and I’m here to help. Let me assure you that your friends and family are fine. They are topside, in our housing, safer than anywhere else in the world.”
    Desmond Armstrong.
    The name flashed in his head. Ed had never met Desmond, but he’d dreamed of him after returning to Earth. 
    “How do I know you?” Ed asked.
    “All of us who vanished on October 15 share some collective memories. Perhaps you’ve seen me in your dreams?”
    “Yes,” Ed said. “But from what I remember, things didn’t turn out so well for you.”
    “I was killed. But the boy, Luca, returned in another form, like light, and brought me back.”
    Ed looked the man up and down, trying to get a read on him. He wasn’t getting any vibes one