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.LP \& .ce .sp |4.25i .PP .ps 12 .CW ░ No. That wasn't right, either. .PP .ps 12 Piro hadn't been dead when he'd figured out how to torrent comics. It had been Piro who had helped him with his router settings. .PP .ps 12 What was happening to his memory? .PP .ps 12 He kept on rubbing his eyes. The bridge of his nose was sore, screaming from the frame of his visor. At some point he realized his visor had in fact gone missing. Gone, but now he could \fIsee.\fR And the bridge of his nose still hurt. How could this be? .PP .ps 12 Sharp rapping at his cell window and the little access door slid open. It was his lunch. A small tray breached the tiny slot, like a tongue extending from a panther's mouth. He accepted it readily. .PP .ps 12 Tom hated the freeze\-dried mashed potatoes, hated the cardboard carrots, but the frozen peas were okay. He skipped the rest and downed his beverage in a single gulp. .PP .ps 12 That's when he noticed the note from his dad.