Franc stared at Murphy in disbelief. “That’s when the lab was built. We didn’t actually …” Murphy paused. He held his head a little to the right as if listening to something none of the others seated around the bonfire could hear. “I’m … I’m told that there’s other things you should know first,” he said. Noticing the curious expressions on the faces of the others, he shrugged in bafflement. “I don’t know how, but every now and then I hear a voice in my head. I was unconscious for some time before I woke up here, so maybe … perhaps it implanted something in my head.” “I rather doubt that,” Franc said. “You don’t show any signs of surgery.” He peered up at the top of the nearby observation tower. The “angel” had vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared, yet nonetheless he had the eerie feeling that it hadn’t gone very far away. “Telepathic link?” he asked quietly, glancing at Lea. “It might be using him as a conduit.” “It’s possible.
