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He turned his head to the right and then to the left. The face in the mirror moved when he moved. It definitely belonged to him.

But it was the face of a stranger.

A wave of dizziness hit him hard and he grabbed at the sink, lowering his head and closing his eyes until the worst of it passed.

How did he get here? Almighty God, he couldn’t even remember his name.

Suddenly feeling something in his shoe, he went into a corner of the room and started to pull off one of his boots. And then he quickly pulled it back on again.

He was carrying a side arm. A .22-caliber.

In his boot.