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A Moment Out of Sink...

The summer sun was waxing across the sky, as Max's eyes flickered open. He was lying on the ground and had no inkling on how he got here and what he was doing. Vague images played through his mind like a 1940's newsreel.

His cellphone chimed.

"Hello," he said after answering on the fourth ring. He noticed several cuts on his hand and marvelled at that.

"Well?" the voice on the other end was feminine and impatient.

"Well what?" he inquired.

"Where the hell are you?"

"At this point in time, I really don't know," he answered truthfully. He got up from the ground and saw that his shirt was torn and there were blood specks. "But wherever I was last doesn't look too good at all!"