I remember the shifting, dancing shapes in front of me, the almost hallucinatory revelation that came from being able to see the shape so vividly in my mind. I remember watching, almost as though the transformation was beyond my control, the sunflower broaden, expand, shift into the lotus. And I remember coming down out of that euphoria to hear Soren calmly inform me that I’d probably destroyed everything.Thanks, Soren.He’s right, though. Now that my eyes are working again, I can see the cameras up in the corner of the room, recording everything we do or say. If we thought our project was a secret, it certainly isn’t anymore. And if Corine is after the key to the DNA, she’ll know we have it, too.Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on how I look at it—no one seems to have noticed. We’re still being ignored, driven to insanity by our hunger, thirst, real sleep deprivation and uncomfortable position. My sense of time has disappeared altogether, but even I can recognize that it’s been many hours since our encounter with Vale and the old man with the scars.
