Page 16 of Martin


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  I had stayed of course, just as Davila knew I would. My last three days were pretty uneventful and mostly tedious in comparison to recent events. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me – nothing weird, in fact I was beginning to almost feel normal again! Apart from our meeting first thing this morning, I had only one further meeting with them all throughout the whole time. The rest of my time was spent by going to the gym, the cinema, and reading.

  So here I find myself, patiently sitting in the dentist chair ready for yet another adventure in some other dimension. They explained to me in this morning’s meeting that once I connect to another different Martin, this time I should not lose my conscious mind as I had on the last run. Once again, I would be connected for only one minute. However, just how long I would actually be in my new world was anybody’s guess.

  I had thought this through, and I really wanted to do this, even though I knew that it might well unsettle me for a few weeks, possibly even months afterwards. I must be utterly mad! However, I have already decided that this is very definitely going to be my last run – I will tell them all on my return. I would then return home and finally move on with my life.

  Sarah now came towards me with the syringe in her hand. She gave me her familiar teasing smile before asking, ‘Ready to do it Martin?’

  ‘Just do it Sarah – and I will see you all again soon.’

  As she gave me the injection, I again had a rather odd sensation go through me, not from injection, but I knew that it was from Sarah.

  ‘Did you feel it too Martin?’ she asked me in a very matter of fact way.

  ‘Yes I did, same as before,’ I answered.

  She smiled at me before saying, ‘It doesn’t really bother me anymore. I don’t know why. Anyway, you close your eyes and enjoy the ride.’

  I watched her walk away and noticed everybody else around me all very busy at their various workstations. I could now begin to feel my eyes rapidly getting heavy and with the strange sounds of the machinery all around me, I could no longer keep myself awake.

 
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