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the doors in the hallway leads to a stairway going out back.”
They heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. “Peter …” Dr. Egan muttered between labored breaths. “Could you please?”
“Yes. Coming, Charles. Sorry.”
Dr. Wulfric left, and then returned a moment later helping Dr. Egan carry a large, black case. It was the same type of case used by bands to carry speakers and equipment.
They lowered it to the floor, letting out a sigh, and Dr. Wulfric unsnapped the latches to let the case rest open upon its hinges. Two identical curved devices lay between protective foam walls, looking like two halves of a gigantic metal boomerang. They removed the two pieces and assembled them in the middle, making the boomerang whole. The two pieces together made an arch, maybe four feet long, with various cables emerging from one end.
They each held a corner and moved the device to the bed, where they placed it behind the pillows. Dr. Egan plugged one of the wires into the wall, and the other cable he connected to a small laptop. Dr. Wulfric typed a command on the laptop, and the machine came to life, making a fuzzy, static sounding noise, similar to the sound old computers made when turned on. After a moment, the device quieted to a gentle hum.
Dr. Wulfric fiddled with the computer, and then gave his attention to Ben. “That’s it. All you have to do now is sleep. I’ll turn the monitor off so the light won’t bother you. Feel free to watch TV or read before you go to bed. There are plenty of books and magazines in the break room. If you’re hungry, please eat. We’ll see you in the morning. Have a good night.”
“Goodnight, Doctor.”
The two men left and Ben sat on the edge of the bed, observing the machine and letting his mind unwind.
What a day.
Checking out the books on the bookshelf sounded appealing, but he was too exhausted to read. He clicked on the TV and flipped through the channels, but there was nothing on that he found appealing. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put his dirty clothes in the hamper, then put the hamper outside the door as he was instructed. The dresser drawers were full of clothing, including several sets of pajamas, along with a drawer full of brand new underwear and socks, still in their original plastic packaging and in all different colors and sizes.
Spare no expense, Mr. Kalispell .
Ben tore off two small squares of toilet paper and fashioned them into earplugs. He found several folded handkerchiefs in the dresser and rolled one up to use as an eye mask. He was surprised there wasn’t a sleep mask available, but he preferred to use a handkerchief anyway. The rolled up cloth covered his ears and kept the earplugs from falling out.
What a day.
Ben lay in bed under the canopy Lucy created over his head. Slowly, lying flat on his back under the blanket and sheet, he began the breathing exercises he used to calm his mind, relax his body, and prepare his brain for a lucid dream state. Through the makeshift earplugs, he could hear a gentle humming and metal ticking … louder than before, and different.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head so his ear was pressed against Lucy. The sound was not coming from the machine. He removed his earplugs, stood up, and pressed his head against the wall. The sound was louder with his ear to the wall, yet muffled. The noise was coming from another room. It sounded like the ticking of a taxicab meter, along with a sporadic humming and grinding, like machinery.
Whatever.
He put the earplugs back in and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
Hell of a day, he thought, and let his mind go dark.
Chapter 6
W hen Ben checked the laundry basket outside the door, his clothes were cleaned, folded, and placed gently back inside, just as Dr. Wulfric said.
What crazy hours these housekeepers must work , he thought as he got dressed.
He went to the break room where he smelled fresh-brewed coffee. A moment later, Dr. Wulfric appeared at the
They heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. “Peter …” Dr. Egan muttered between labored breaths. “Could you please?”
“Yes. Coming, Charles. Sorry.”
Dr. Wulfric left, and then returned a moment later helping Dr. Egan carry a large, black case. It was the same type of case used by bands to carry speakers and equipment.
They lowered it to the floor, letting out a sigh, and Dr. Wulfric unsnapped the latches to let the case rest open upon its hinges. Two identical curved devices lay between protective foam walls, looking like two halves of a gigantic metal boomerang. They removed the two pieces and assembled them in the middle, making the boomerang whole. The two pieces together made an arch, maybe four feet long, with various cables emerging from one end.
They each held a corner and moved the device to the bed, where they placed it behind the pillows. Dr. Egan plugged one of the wires into the wall, and the other cable he connected to a small laptop. Dr. Wulfric typed a command on the laptop, and the machine came to life, making a fuzzy, static sounding noise, similar to the sound old computers made when turned on. After a moment, the device quieted to a gentle hum.
Dr. Wulfric fiddled with the computer, and then gave his attention to Ben. “That’s it. All you have to do now is sleep. I’ll turn the monitor off so the light won’t bother you. Feel free to watch TV or read before you go to bed. There are plenty of books and magazines in the break room. If you’re hungry, please eat. We’ll see you in the morning. Have a good night.”
“Goodnight, Doctor.”
The two men left and Ben sat on the edge of the bed, observing the machine and letting his mind unwind.
What a day.
Checking out the books on the bookshelf sounded appealing, but he was too exhausted to read. He clicked on the TV and flipped through the channels, but there was nothing on that he found appealing. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put his dirty clothes in the hamper, then put the hamper outside the door as he was instructed. The dresser drawers were full of clothing, including several sets of pajamas, along with a drawer full of brand new underwear and socks, still in their original plastic packaging and in all different colors and sizes.
Spare no expense, Mr. Kalispell .
Ben tore off two small squares of toilet paper and fashioned them into earplugs. He found several folded handkerchiefs in the dresser and rolled one up to use as an eye mask. He was surprised there wasn’t a sleep mask available, but he preferred to use a handkerchief anyway. The rolled up cloth covered his ears and kept the earplugs from falling out.
What a day.
Ben lay in bed under the canopy Lucy created over his head. Slowly, lying flat on his back under the blanket and sheet, he began the breathing exercises he used to calm his mind, relax his body, and prepare his brain for a lucid dream state. Through the makeshift earplugs, he could hear a gentle humming and metal ticking … louder than before, and different.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head so his ear was pressed against Lucy. The sound was not coming from the machine. He removed his earplugs, stood up, and pressed his head against the wall. The sound was louder with his ear to the wall, yet muffled. The noise was coming from another room. It sounded like the ticking of a taxicab meter, along with a sporadic humming and grinding, like machinery.
Whatever.
He put the earplugs back in and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
Hell of a day, he thought, and let his mind go dark.
Chapter 6
W hen Ben checked the laundry basket outside the door, his clothes were cleaned, folded, and placed gently back inside, just as Dr. Wulfric said.
What crazy hours these housekeepers must work , he thought as he got dressed.
He went to the break room where he smelled fresh-brewed coffee. A moment later, Dr. Wulfric appeared at the
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