Chronological Chaos - Temporal Tides

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The door opened, letting a growing slice of light envelop Sybil. She squinted, trying to make out the figure in the doorway. The person reached forward and flipped on the lights, causing Sybil's eyes to scream in pain.

Covering her eyes, Sybil said, "Hello again, Dr. Wren."

"Did I scare you?" Dr. Wren asked, not moving toward her.

"Not at all. You might have only blinded me a little."

"Good. You're not needed for your eyes anyway."

Sybil looked at the woman's face quickly, trying to see if she was kidding or not.

Sybil finally took a look at her surroundings. They were in a simple, empty, office. A metal desk was pushed against the wall, creating a large open space where Sybil's chair sat. Dr. Wren rolled over the office chair to sit in front of Sybil.

"Now," Dr. Wren said. "How long did we have you in for?"

Sybil glared at her. What was this, more mind tricks? Maybe her parents secretly hired Dr. Wren to try to get her to go to more therapy.

"Oh, I don't know," Sybil said, trying to sound bored. She yawned and stretched, making an act of pondering her question.

"If I had to guess... one moment. Let me calculate some things here. Ah, okay." Sybil made a show of looking around the room, counting on her fingers, and so on. Dr. Wren's friendly smile was slowly falling off her face. Her fingers began to fidget.

"I've got my answer," Sybil said, sitting up straighter now. "Because you took away my watch and my phone, I can definitely tell you that I have sat here for who knows how long." She threw her hands in the air. "You see, I have this condition-"

"Yes, I know. Dyschronometria. You've told me." Dr. Wren was losing patience.

"Fine. Ten minutes."

Dr. Wren's smile returned in full force. "Perfect."

Sybil was taken aback. "Wait, was I right?"

"Not at all. And that makes you perfect. We've had you sitting here for 45 minutes."

Sybil dropped her head back and sighed heavily. "You know, I'm getting real tired of these tests. Seems like you and everyone else-"

"Miss Ericson, please understand, "Dr. Wren said. "You don't feel time pass." She clasped her hands together as if trying to contain her excitement. "And that makes you perfect for our experiment."

She was led further down the hallway, deeper into the building, Dr. Wren in the front, then Sybil, and then Mr. Kendall. As they traveled on, they passed through more and more security.

"Is this Area 52 or something," Sybil asked as they passed by a large metal door labeled, "Confidential - Authorized Personal Only."

"Something like that," Dr. Wren said, not turning her head. She continued on, head high and straight.

Dr. Wren stopped suddenly and Sybil went up on her toes to avoid running into the woman.

Dr. Wren stuck out her right arm in front of a scanner by another metal door. A light flashed green and the door unlocked.

"Do you have a chip or something in your hand?" Sybil said, absolutely shocked. "I really don't want one of those-"

"It's not a chip," Dr. Wren said, amused. She lifted her hand again. "It's a bracelet that can only be removed by personnel with a tool. You will get one of these." The simple bracelet slid slightly down her arm as she shook it. Sybil's cheeks flushed as she inspected the black metal band.