Tell her that Justin is ill and hospitalized but
that all is well. Maybe a kidney infection (?).
Justin reread the note, stunned. Some kind of conspiracy. A big one,
maybe. He had been right about the danger (but then, he had known
that, although it didn't hurt his faith in his own sanity to get
confirmation). His hand came to rest on some gray sheets that
contained a series of mathematical formulas. He gave them the once
over and almost put them down before he realized what they were. As
quickly as he could, he gathered all six gray papers together, put them
in order, and read slowly them through. When he was finished, he was
so surprised that when he stopped to scratch his scalp he -- literally
-- disappeared.
17. In Charge
"Everyone rises to the level of their incompetence."
-- Traditional
"And he shot me!" the Lab Coat Man shouted (again), flinging himself
into a swivel office chair. He put his hands to his forehead and
massaged the red spot right between and just above his eyes that would
eventually scar, forever to mark the spot where the bullet struck an
instant before he had vanished and reappeared back in the basement.
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