Unsettled, Vic did what he always did to relax. He went to the gym.
The place was crowded, full of people gung-ho on sticking to their New Year’s resolutions, but most of them wouldn’t last the week. As Vic stepped into the overflowing lobby, he had a terrifying moment where he braced himself for an onslaught of others’ thoughts, but it never came. Proof that it wasn’t real to begin with.
But why didn’t he quite believe that?
In the locker room Vic stripped off his sweats and shoved them into his gym bag, which he deposited in a rented locker. He wore his usual work-out uniform—a tight pair of black biker shorts, a white tank top, and on his feet white socks and a good pair of athletic sneakers. Despite the fact that it was early January, freezing outside, and the sky clouding up as if
