Chapter 60

“They’re human. No one can predict their reaction with absolute accuracy,” Seven reminded him. “You might see most of them as copies of one another or mindless beings to be programmed and reprogrammed, but they all have their motivations and fears as much as anyone does.”

“But you’re the only one with blue eyes.”

“We all wear goggles.”

That was true. Fox never had discovered for sure whether Seven had been telling the truth about that, but none of the other agents had ever removed their goggles in his presence.

“How long do we wait?” King asked, slumped over the bar.

“What else can we do?” Fox pointed out with a tired sigh. “Does anyone feel any Dream Dust effects?”

He received two head shakes in response, so he sat on the floor and leaned against the end of the bar, pulling down Seven with him. The texture of the wood was weird and rubbery, not programmed quite right. He settled in and wondered where Joanne was and if she was still okay.