Sam stood in the doorway and stared at him, his mouth, and his eyes, wide open. “Where’s Dodge?” Tyler asked. Vienna’s eyes flicked to the side, and Tyler nudged the door open a bit wider with his boot. Dodge stood to one side, staring off at nothing, his eyes vacant and a strand of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. “Shame,” Tyler said. “He was a good kid. Maybe the doc can fix him up when we get you back to CDD.” “You know that’ll never happen,” Vienna spat at him. “You saw what happened to Swamp Witch. That’s what’s going to happen to all three of us if you take us back in.” “Save the dramatics for the trial,” Tyler said calmly. “Now turn around and face the wall.” They did, except for Dodge, who stayed in the center of the room and drooled. Tyler tried to flick off a quick neuro-message to the team, but there seemed to be something wrong with the connection.
