Devin watched his thoughts spin around in his mind. Saw his den turn into a room that sprawled and contracted. He saw himself lifted and flying; he saw himself fall to the ground. Ivy grew up his ankles and chained him tight to his chair. Blue sky blew in the wind like a flag under a big blood red sun.

"Joe," he said, "I'm not doing so well."

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