Eddie snorted, rolling to his feet. “Tell me how we get out of here.” Pushy bastard. He slapped his hand under his armpit and ground his teeth when his fingers found nothing but pictures of coiled whips stamped on flannel. The glowing flies scattered as he thrust his head into their cloud. “And tell me where my Glock is.”“I don’t know where we are,” Adrian said quickly. He reached for nicotine gum and found he was wearing pajamas, too. No gum, no taser, no Eye, just pajamas covered with pictures of little kids … in pajamas. “Are you really here?”Twitch groaned and rolled over. Her pajamas were speckled with birds and horses. They were stained with blood on the collar and shoulders, too, and there was blood matted in her hair.“This is really me.” Mike stood up. His pajamas were yellow and covered in whisky bottles and sombreros. Just looking at his pajamas made Adrian feel a little guilty.“Yeah?” said Eddie. “Prove it.”Mike scratched the back of his neck.
