Rick, his footsteps as professional as his suit, belying the madness within, walked into the lobby as if out of a dream. "It seems likely," he said, in a voice of distracted bemusement. "If it happened to us--bam, we're there--it probably happened to the rest." He sounded of New York, thoroughly. He too looked back the way they had come. "We ended up back here. When they do what they're told, maybe they will be too."
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