“He’s fine,” Patrick insisted, blowing steam from the hot mug in his hands. “I told him he should eat some cookies after giving so much blood, but the boy just doesn’t listen.” “He looks pretty banged up,” said the man from the gate. “And you don’t look so hot yourself. Yo...
the scientist said, clearing a family of test tubes from an overturned milk crate and gesturing for Mallory to have a seat. “Or a series of anomalies, to be exact. Let me ask you; how did you arrive here?” “I drove,” Mallory said dryly. “Yes, of cou...
