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Short Fiction
After the Dust Settles
Chapter 3
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The sun streamed in through the open curtains as Dr. Marx woke up in a plush bed in what looked to be a hotel room. He couldn’t remember landing and getting off the plane, never mind how he got to the hotel. He rolled over and saw a pad of paper sitting on the bedside table. At the top, the words The St. Regis New York were printed. Well, this was the hotel he normally stayed in when he visited New York, so that was a plus. Mr. Felix must have had him dropped off, but why didn’t he remember any of that occurring? The last thing he remembers is having a drink before falling asleep on the jet.
The time on the clock was ten thirty in the morning. Dr. Marx was a bit groggy, but as he got up and moved around, his body responded better and felt a burst of energy. His head was pounding, so he took a few aspirin which he found in the bathroom, then splashed his face with water before taking a hot shower.
As Dr. Marx was getting dressed, the phone rang, “Hello, this is Dr. Marx speaking.”
A gruff voice responded, “Good morning, doctor. I hope you slept well. I had Emmanuel bring you to your room last night. I hope you rested well.”
“Mr. Felix, good morning. I appreciate the accommodations. I was trying to remember how I got here. I can’t remember a…
