Sammy did not know where he was, or even when it was. He had drifted in and out of consciousness for who knew how long. A silk bag that smelled faintly of hospital covered his head.

He had thought he was in the back of a vehicle before, but now there was no sense of motion. He lay on cold concrete and silence surrounded him.

That silence was suddenly broken by the sound of a door unlatching and opening. He heard footsteps and his adrenaline overcame his lethargy. He screamed.

“It’s okay, Sammy,” said the familiar voice of Harrison Phillips.

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