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December 1, 2002
Charlie was not in the bathroom. Nick hadn’t really expected to find him there, but it seemed as good a place to look as any.

The only person in there was one of the scientists on the laser project. He was on his hands and knees at the urinal, where he had vomited copiously. Thin strands of bile still hung from his lips. He made an effort to stand when he recognised Nick, but it seemed that his strength had failed him, and he merely slumped onto the tiled floor. When Nick reached down to help him, he flinched away.