The man in white was in shock. Dan looked at me, partially in disbelief, partially in awe. My captors were too stupid to notice. Typical.
“Must’ve left the stove on,” I mused, a cheeky grin playing with my mouth. The man shot me a dagger glare, unlocking the van.

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We arrived at a starkly square facility, met by a one-man welcoming committee. I didn’t get out much at that time, but I did know it was Dr. Franz Leiz, one of the masterminds behind the “Normality Movement” (the Weirdo Movement’s more like it, I often thought to myself). He gave me a visual once-over, nodded in a satisfied manner, then ordered my dodo-brained captors to take me to “Vi” for observation. Obediently they dragged me to a nearby lift.
Craning my neck, I caught a glimpse of Dan bravely tapping Dr. Leiz’s shoulder.
“Sir, I want to talk to you.”
Before I could hear more, the lift doors slid closed in front of me.