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You find that you are standing in a room full of men in black tie and women in evening gowns. Everyone’s holding champagne glasses. The room seems to be rising and falling. You are holding the TV, facing Dr. Fingley. Both of you look around in surprise. “Are we back in the regular world?” you ask “I guess so,” Fingley says. He eyes the TV. But you are not worried about Fingley. You see two men, one tall, one short, approaching Fingley from behind. As the taller one grabs Fingley’s arm, you slip into the crowd, staying close enough to hear the man say to Fingley,” Okay, Doctor, we’ve finally caught up with you. Where’s the device?” “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Fingley stammers. “You can’t fool us,” the shorter man says menacingly. “We’re the FBI. We know you stole it from the lab.” “Yes,” Fingley says, “but I don’t have it. I know who does, though.” You don’t need to hear any more. They’re going to be after you very soon. You thread your way through the crowd. There’s commotion behind yousomeone is telling you to stop. You look for a door, but then it occurs to you that maybe you should give the TV to the agents. If you decide to give the TV to the FBI Turn to page 20 If you make a fast exit, Turn to page 35