<P>Again he awoke, perhaps hours later. He was in a helicopter, now. He could hear the monotonous whirring thunder of its blades.
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<P>Someone looked at him.
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<P>He sat up.
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<P>Everyone was there, Brian, Jess, all of them.
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<P>Dominic was astonished. He was astonished at his own life. He wondered if he were dead. He looked down at himself. There was not a wound on him, not a scratch... He was only drenched in blood, most his, some not...
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<P>"We found you passed out on your back outside the compound." Dom recognized the voice that had spoken. It was Brian's.
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<P>"We picked you up on our way to the helipad," Jock said from the pilot's seat. "Dom... Did you fall? From that height? There's no other way you could've gotten down from that roof that fast."
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<P>Dominic had trouble finding his voice, but eventually, it came to him. "Yes. I remember falling..."
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<P>They stared at him. With complete disbelief. Not the kind in which one does not believe the story of another, but the kind of disbelief that denies the reality of an event, even when its truth is obvious.
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<P>"You were soaked in blood..." Jess said as her voice quavered. "You didn't have a scratch on you..."
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<P>Dominic became abruptly aware of his own immortality. He tore the pistol from Jock's holster and turned it to his own mouth. He wanted to test it. He wanted to confirm his disbelief. It was impossible to believe.