His body bent, picked up the snoring man’s iPhone, and dropped it into the plastic bin with a dull thunk. Leo watched from inside his own head like a passenger on a train.
He slouched on his dorm room couch, roommate Miles snoring across the floor. The screen flickered to life—not with the usual XMB menu, but with a single, pulsing phrase: Hypnotism 2 Psp
Miles, bleary-eyed, turned his head toward the open window. There was no dot. But his pupils dilated. His body went rigid. His body bent, picked up the snoring man’s
He did. The cold night air rushed in. He was on the fourth floor. A fire escape glinted below. His body bent