Strangers


Jarod had no idea who the man on the other side of the glass was: that was why he was so interesting.

Jarod knew everyone that worked on his sublevel; especially the janitorial staff. They were the nicest - they didn’t treat him with disdain or open scorn. Sometimes, for some strange reason (he was helping people, remember?), he thought they pitied him, but they were still lovely people.

Sydney was talking to the new man; perhaps he would introduce him later. It worried Jarod when he didn’t know who someone was.

The man patted Sydney on the back, and Sydney left. Jarod stamped down his rising panic. Sydney never left; not without a reason.

The door to the sim lab hissed open.

“Hello, Jarod. My name is Mr Lyle and I’ll be taking care of you for a while.”