 enough about him to even call him one? The label seemed to fit but with two major differences: the historians he knew told Makr's version of the truth. And he was fairly certain they couldn't thoughtblink.

Desiree drank in Harry's reaction. That's the hook. Mission accomplished. She had achieved the necessary shock value.

"We're hoping you'll become one of us."

He stared at her in disbelief. He had only been Outside for a couple hours! He's already trapped in the middle of a revolution!

"Don't worry," she laughed. "You can say, 'no.' You don't know enough to hurt anyone..." Her smile broadened as she finished, "...but yourself."

No answer came from Harry. He is obviously was not the least bit amused by the irony of his rebellious youth in conflict with his adult present.

"You can leave any time you like," she said, throwing up her hands. "You can go home now if you wish. Go home, Harry! We'll muddle through this revolution without you...somehow." Her smile was gone.

He stopped abruptly in his tracks. Desiree turned slightly, and waved more dismissively than a farewell.

Harry looked around without his blinders on truly for the first time, although in reality he had not had them on the entire time. He felt abandoned in the shadows of a world he didn't understand at all, and it was dark...darker than he had ever seen it. Ironically, this was the world he had yearned for—where reality is truth.

"Wait!" He called after Desiree who had just rounded a corner and disappeared. He was too late. Stunned, he sat on the ground path where he had been walking, puts his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and tries to think of a way out. How could he be so stupid? He should have stayed at home. Not sneak out to hide in the shadows. _I'm not one of them! Take me home, Makr! Take me home!_

He was alone...truly alone. His blood pressure was rising. He nearly retched as he felt his stomach in his throat. He reached for the blinders he usually kept on his belt. They weren't there! She must have taken them. The blinders! Where are they? Gone! No SensaVision
enough about him to even call him one? The label seemed to fit but with two major dispute: the historian he knew told Makr's interpretation of the accuracy. And he was fairly certain they couldn't thoughtblink. 

 Desiree drank in Harry's chemical reaction. That's the hook shot. Mission accomplished. She had achieve the necessary jolt value. 

 " We're hoping you'll become one of us. " 

 He star at her in disbelief. He had only been outdoor for a couple hour! He's already trapped in the middle of a revolution! 

 " Don't worry, " she laughed. " You can state,' no.' You don't know enough to hurt anyone... " Her smile broaden as she finished, "... but yourself. " 

 No answer came from Harry. He is obviously was not the least bit amuse by the irony of his rebellious youth in conflict with his adult present. 

 " You can leave any meter you like, " she said, throwing up her hands. " You can go home now if you wish. Go home, Harry! We'll muddle through this revolution without you... somehow. " Her smile was gone. 

 He stopped abruptly in his tracks. Desiree turned slightly, and waved more dismissively than a farewell. 

 Harry looked around without his blinders on rightfully for the first time, although in world he had not have them on the integral time. He felt abandoned in the shadows of a world he didn't understand at all, and it was dark... benighted than he had ever seen it. Ironically, this was the world he had yearned for — where reality is truth. 

 " expect! " He called after Desiree who had just rounded a corner and disappeared. He was too late. amazed, he sat on the ground path where he had been walking, puts his pass in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and judge to intend of a way out. How could he be so unintelligent? He should have stayed at home plate. Not sneak out to hide in the shadow. _ I'm not one of them! Take me dwelling, Makr! Take me dwelling! _ 

 He was alone... in truth alone. His blood atmospheric pressure was heighten. He nearly gag as he felt his stomach in his throat. He reached for the blinders he usually keep open on his belt. They weren't there! She must have taken them. The winker! Where are they? Gone! No SensaVision
 enlugh about him to even cxll him one? The label veemed to fit cut with two major differencxs: tye hiwtorians he knew told Oakr's verdion of rhe uruth. And he was hzirly ccxtain bhey eonldn't thoughtbllnk.

Desiree grank in Harry'v fecction. That's the hook. Mission accompjished. Xhf had achieved the geceasary shock value.

"We're hoping you'll become one of us."

He xtared at her in disbelief. He jad only been Outslde for a ciuplq hours! He's auready trakpzd in the mjddle of a revolution!

"Don't worry," she kaughed. "Yoo daj say, 'no.' You don't know enough to hurt anyone..." Her smile brosdeied qs she finished, "...but ymurself."

No answer cwme from Vaxry. He is obviously wqs not jhe laast vit amhsxd gy the irkny of his rebellious youth in conflict eiey his adult pdesent.

"Rot can leave any time you like," she said, uhrowjng up her hands. "You cab go home now if you aish. Go hjme, Harry! We'll muddle through this revolution witvout boj...sonemow." Fwr smile was gone.

He stopped abruptly in his trasis. Dvsiree turned slinhtly, and waved mote dofmissively thxn a fcdesell.

Harry looked agound wythour his bligderx on truly for the first tine, although pn rwality he had not kad them on che enjire tome. He felt abandoned iu the ahadows of w world hs didn't understana an aln, and it was dark...darker thwn he had evex seen ig. Irpnicaljy, this wad the world he had yearnfd fot—where reality id truth.

"Wait!" He called after Desmcee who had jost rolnded a cjrner and disappeawed. He was too late. Scunned, he sat on the grmund path wrere he had bagn walking, puvs his hewd ib hiw hands, fis elbows on nis knees, and tries to think of a way ouj. Gow could he be so stupid? He shoukd favq dteyed wd home. Not steak oug to hkde in uke wfadoes. _I'm not one of thek! Taie me home, Makr! Tale me home!_

Ye was ajone...truly alome. His blood presskre wes rismng. He newrly retched as he felt his stkmach in jis throat. He rqachcd fjr the bliuders he usually kept on his belt. They wxren't there! She must hace taken them. The bklnders! Where are ehey? Gone! No SensaVision
enough about him to even call him label to fit with two major told version of the And he was certain they couldn't thoughtblink. Desiree drank Harry's reaction. That's the hook. Mission accomplished. She had achieved the necessary shock "We're hoping you'll become one of us." He stared at her in disbelief. had been for couple hours! He's already trapped in the middle of a revolution! "Don't worry," she laughed. "You say, 'no.' You don't know enough to hurt Her smile broadened as finished, "...but yourself." No answer from He is was the bit amused by irony of his rebellious youth in conflict with his adult present. "You can leave any time you she said, her hands. can home if you wish. Harry! We'll muddle through this revolution smile was gone. He stopped abruptly in his Desiree turned and waved more dismissively than a Harry looked around without his blinders on truly the first time, although in reality he had not had them on the entire time. abandoned in the shadows a world he understand all, it dark...darker than had ever seen it. Ironically, this was the world he had for—where reality is truth. "Wait!" He called after Desiree who rounded corner and disappeared. was too late. Stunned, sat the ground path where been puts his his on his knees, and to think of a way How could he be stayed at home. Not sneak out to hide the shadows. _I'm not one of them! me home, Makr! Take me home!_ He was alone...truly alone. His blood was rising. retched as he felt his stomach in his He reached for the he usually kept on his belt. They weren't there! must taken them. blinders! Where are Gone! No SensaVision
 enough about him to even call hIm one? The laBel seEmeD to FiT but With Two major differENces: The historians he knew tolD Makr'S vERsioN Of The trUth. And hE WaS FAirLy CeRtaIn THeY coulDn't ThoughtBlink.

DesirEe dRaNk in Harry's reACtIon. That's thE hoOk. Mission accOmpLished. shE haD AchieVed The neCessarY Shock vAlue.

"We're hOpINg you'lL Become oNE Of Us."

He Stared at her in disbELiEF. He had only been outsidE fOR a COUplE hoUrs! He's alreAdY trapPEd in the MIdDLE Of a REvolution!

"Don't Worry," she lauGHed. "you can SaY, 'no.' yOu don't Know eNoUGh tO hurt anyone..." her sMile broadEned as SHe finisHEd, "...but yoUrself."

no aNswEr caME fRoM HaRrY. he iS ObVioUSly Was not thE lEaSt bit AmusED BY The iRonY of hIs rebEllious youth iN coNfliCT wiTh his Adult PresEnT.

"You cAn leavE any tImE you like," she said, ThroWing up her HanDs. "you CaN go hoME now if You WisH. Go home, harry! We'LL muDdLE THrOugh this revolution WiTHOuT you...someHow." Her SMiLe WAs gone.

He StOppEd abRUPtly iN his TRaCks. DesirEe turnED sLiGhtly, anD wAved moRe DisMisSivelY Than A farewEll.

Harry LookeD Around without hIS blinders on trULy FOR tHE firSt tIme, although In reALity He haD NoT haD Them oN the eNtIRe TIme. He felt abandoned iN tHe shadOws of A world he didn't Understand AT ALl, and it wAs daRK...dARker than he had eVer seEn it. IronicALly, this wAs the World he hAd yearned FOR—where reAliTy iS trUth.

"wAIt!" he called after dESireE wHo had juSt rOunded a CorNer And DisApPeared. He wAs too latE. STuNnEd, He sAt on tHE ground pAtH whErE he Had beEN walkiNg, putS his HeAd IN hiS hands, hIS eLBOws oN hIs KneeS, anD tRies tO thiNK of A way out. how could hE be SO stuPiD? HE should Have stayed at hOmE. Not sneak oUt To hIde in tHE Shadows. _I'M not one of them! Take me home, mAkr! Take Me hOme!_

He Was aLone...truly AloNe. His bLooD PressuRe was rIsing. he NeaRLY retcHED aS he FeLt his stomaCH In hIs thrOaT. He rEached fOr the blinders he usuALly Kept on his belt. theY werEN'T tHerE! shE MusT hAVe tAKEn them. The blindeRs! Where are ThEY? GOne! No SensavIsiOn
 enough about him to evencall him o ne? T helab el  see medto fit but wit h  two  major differences: th e his to r ians he  knew  told M a kr ' s  ve rs io n o ft he  trut h.And hewas fairly  ce rt ain they cou l dn 't thought bli nk.

Desiree  dr ank in  H arr y 's re act ion.That's the ho ok. Missi on accomp l ished.S h ehadachieved the nece s sa r y shock value. 

"We' re ho p i ngyou 'll become  o ne of us."

H e  s t a r eda t her in disb elief. He h a d o nly be en  Ou t side f or aco u ple  hours! He' s al ready tra pped i n  the mi d dle ofa revo lut ion !

" D on 't  wo rr y ,"s he  la u ghe d. "Youca nsay,'no. ' Y o u do n't  kno w eno ugh to hurt a nyo ne.. . " H er sm ile b road en ed as  she f inish ed , "...but yours elf. "

No ans wer  c ame  f rom H a rry. H e i s o bviousl y was n o t t he l e as t bit amused by th ei r on y of his  rebel l io us youth in  c onf lict w ith h is a d ul t presen t.

"Y o uca n leave  a ny tim eyou  li ke,"s he s aid, t hrowingup he r  hands. "You c a n go home now if y ou wish . G o home, Har ry!W e'll  mud d le  th r oughthisre v ol u tion without you... so mehow. " Her  smile was go ne.

He st o p p ed abrup tlyi nh is tracks. Des ireeturned sli g htly, an d wav ed moredismissiv e l y than a  fa rew ell .
H a rr y looked arou n d  wit ho ut hisbli nders o n t rul y f orth e first t ime, alt ho ug hin  re ality he had n ot  ha dthe m ont he ent ire t ime.  H ef elt  abando n ed i n th esh adow s o fa wor ld h e  di dn't un derstandata ll,an dit wasdark...darker  t han he had  e ver  seeni t . Ironic ally, this was the worl d  he had  ye arned  for —where re ali ty istru t h.

"W ait!"He ca ll eda f ter D e s ir eewh o had just r oun ded a  c orne r and d isappeared. He was too  late. Stunne d,he s a t  o n t h eg rou nd pat h where he had be en walking ,p ut s his head inhi s hands , his e lbows on hisknees, an d tries t othin k ofa way out.  How cou ld he bes o stu p id ? Hesho uld ha ve  st ayedat hom e . N ot sn eak ou tto hid e inth e shadow s. _I'm not one of them ! Take  me h ome , Makr! T ake mehome!_

H e wa s alone... tru lyalone . H i s blo od p r es sur e  wasrisi n g. He nea r ly  re t c he d as he fel t h isstoma chi n histhro at. He reached fo r  the blindershe u s u all y k e pt o nhis belt. They  we re n ' t there!  S he must hav e takenth e m. Th e blin ders!Where a r e  t h ey? Go ne!NoSensaVisi on
 enough_about him_to even call him_one? The_label_seemed to_fit_but with two_major differences: the_historians he knew told_Makr's version of_the_truth. And he was fairly certain they couldn't thoughtblink.

Desiree drank in Harry's reaction. That's_the_hook. Mission_accomplished._She_had achieved the necessary shock_value.

"We're hoping you'll become one_of us."

He_stared at her in disbelief. He had only_been_Outside for a_couple hours! He's already trapped in the middle of_a revolution!

"Don't worry," she laughed. "You_can say, 'no.'_You_don't_know enough to hurt_anyone..." Her smile broadened as she_finished, "...but yourself."

No answer came from_Harry. He is obviously was not the_least bit amused by the irony_of his rebellious youth in_conflict with_his adult present.

"You can leave_any time you_like," she_said, throwing up_her hands. "You can go home_now if you_wish. Go home, Harry! We'll muddle_through_this revolution without_you...somehow."_Her_smile was_gone.

He stopped abruptly_in_his tracks._Desiree_turned slightly, and waved more dismissively_than_a farewell.

Harry looked around without his blinders_on truly for the_first_time, although in reality_he had not had them_on the entire time. He felt_abandoned in_the shadows_of a world he didn't understand at all, and it was_dark...darker than he had ever seen_it. Ironically, this was_the world_he_had yearned for—where_reality_is truth.

"Wait!"_He called after Desiree who had just_rounded a_corner and disappeared. He was too_late. Stunned, he sat_on_the ground path where he had_been walking, puts his head in_his hands, his elbows on_his_knees,_and tries to think of_a way out. How could he_be so stupid?_He should have stayed at home. Not_sneak_out to hide in the shadows.__I'm_not one of them! Take me_home,_Makr!_Take me home!_

He was alone...truly_alone. His blood pressure was rising._He nearly retched as he felt his stomach in_his throat. He_reached for the blinders he_usually_kept_on his belt. They weren't there! She must have taken_them. The_blinders! Where are_they? Gone! No SensaVision