Dreaming Chapter 5A bone-chilling draft woke Scout up from a dreamless state. Her body was wracked with uncontrollable shivers, her shallow breath visible in the little light there was in the small room.
"Hello...?" She manages weakly. It was quite possibly the most ineffective thing she could have said. Her voice sounded meek and helpless, and it made her sick.
A switch flicked on, flooding the room with near blinding flourescent light. "Nice of you to join us, Ms. McKennan." Smith sat in front of her, hands clasped on top of a metallic table. Another suit stood at the door with a mechanical posture, and an unmoving gaze. "Our records show you haven't had an eye exam in some time. Perhaps we should rectify that." He stood and walked towards her. This was the moment when Scout realized she was strapped to a chair that resembled one you might find in a dentist's office.
"Lower her," Smith commanded, the man at the door jerking a lever on the side of the chair so that Scout's body was horizontal. "I'm afr