CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
Jet looked around the place he found himself in. It was all white. The floor. The ceiling. The walls. He walked around, trying to see the ends of the room he found himself in. But Jet continued to walk. Never stopping.
Never hitting anything.
"Where in the hell?" he murmured.
His voice echoed in the emptiness surrounding him. He closed his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. He thought long and hard; trying to remember where he was. But the last thing he could see in his mind was him rummaging through Alec's fridge.
After that. . .
After that, it was all blank. And when he came to, he was inside the white place.
"With no way out apparently," he growled to himself, spinning in place. "Shit. Just where am I?"
