room. The guests paid Sayeva and Samuel no mind as they found Winters and his friends.

"John," Sayeva snapped.

Winters turned around. “Ah, you figured it out. Congratulations." He raised an eyebrow. "And in record time. What gave it away?"

"The ceiling," Samuel replied. "Also, my son speaks French. He hates English. You aren't one for nuances, are you?"

"You'd be surprised," Winters replied. "Awake."

Sayeva's eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright. She was in her bed, dressed in her pajamas. The sun was shining into the room, offering far too much brightness. Sayeva reached for her cell phone and looked at it. The time was 9:14 AM on November first, 2016.

She groaned and pulled herself out of bed. Her hea...

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