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refused to dwell on that. Chase needed to stay positive in order to see this thing to fruition.
    He racked his brain trying to figure where she might be other than the clinic, and then it came to him. The asylum!
    Of course, why hadn’t that come to mind in the first place? That’s where she had to be. A few of the freedom fighters had managed to escape from the Cyrellians’
    clutches after being placed in the insane asylum. It was a typical Cyrellian tactic: anyone caught speaking out against them was made to look crazy, and then thrown in a mental institution. Not many people questioned this practice because too many of the humans were brainwashed into believing the Cyrellians could do no wrong.
    Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to bust her out until nightfall. He did however have two things going for him: one was his hiding place, less than a mile away
     
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    from where he needed to go, and the second was he didn’t have a very long wait. Until then, he’d have to bide his time.
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    Her lids felt heavy and she had trouble opening them. Why couldn’t she open them? Holly tried again with no luck. Her bed seemed harder than usual and where was her pillow? When she reached out to get it, she found it difficult to move her arms.
    Suddenly it was much easier to open her eyes. This wasn’t her room, and why was she on a bare bed with no sheets? It took a moment for her pupils to dilate and adjust to the darkness, but when they did, Holly attempted to sit up. What was wrong with her arms? She looked down and saw the reason she couldn’t move them.
    She was wearing a straightjacket. What was going on here? This couldn’t be happening. The last thing she remembered was… falling. That’s it. She had been running from the Cyrellians when the stairs had given way. Surprisingly her head didn’t hurt, but who was to say how long she’d been here?
    Shaking her head to rid herself of the groggy sensation, Holly had the sneaking suspicion she’d been drugged. She felt lethargic and each one of her movements was a struggle. “Come on, you can do this.”
    She swung one leg off the bed and then the other. Her first attempt to stand was met with failure when she went tumbling back onto the bed. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. Success came this time around, though her legs felt like rubber and that they’d give out on her at any second. She willed herself to remain on her feet as she moved toward the door that had big metal bars covering the window. The straightjacket and the bars told her this could only be one of two places: a mental institution or some kind of jail.
    She wondered why they’d brought her here instead of killing her outright. She’d been so sure they were going to do exactly that when they’d chased her. Holly wasn’t sure whether she should be grateful that they hadn’t because who knew what they planned on next.
     
     
     
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    The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway caught her attention. Holly figured they would pass her room, but she was taken by surprise to see a Cyrellian in a white lab coat stop in front of her door. His large oval eyes widened. He obviously didn’t expect to see her up.
    The no-lipped creature gave her a slight smile. “Ah, very good. You’re awake.
    I’m Doctor Heyzah. I’ll be working on your case during your stay.”
    “What case? What are you talking about? What is this place?” The Cyrellian gave her a cold dispassionate look. “We’re in the psychiatric center.”
    “What? I’m not crazy!”
    Heyzah shook his head. “We don’t use that word here. Our staff realizes our patients suffer from mental deficiencies and should not be labeled as crazy.”
    “I don’t have any mental anything. Why am I here?”
    “I think you know, Miss Combs. You’ve been causing trouble and unfortunately we have to separate you from the rest of society because you’re a danger to the community.”
    Holly pursed her lips, unable to believe the audacity of