"Good
idea as any," Hunter concurred, reaching for his rolled up sleeping
bag.
I
followed suit, still trying to work out what didn't seem to add up
with my memories. I remembered what Partain had implied back in the
bar, but kept the thought at arm's length. I didn't want to get sucked
into an even more paranoid thought process, where I'd start doubting
my own sanity. If Partain had been right, and I'd somehow undergone
one of Synchro's treatment processes, then everything was up in the
air. If that had been the case, there was nothing in my world that I
could believe in any more.
I
looked over to Janine and Hunter, who appeared to have fallen asleep
already. The fire had died down considerably. I'd been thinking for
longer than I realized, but I also knew that something definitely
wasn't right.
