Get some water to Decon!

All personnel,
use caution entering the site.

There are indications the building
may still be in flux.

Everything inside me said,
"Get out."

But when I moved,
I found myself floating in a dream.

I walked across the room,
or what was left of it.

I tried to re-orient myself.
What had happened?

Had I died?
Was I a ghost?

I had to think.
What was real and what wasn't?

Where...? Where was my hand?
I couldn't see my hand. Oh, God!

What had happened to me?

I needed help, but who?

I had to call somebody.

And then I knew.

It wasn't just the building.

It was me.

Jesus.
I walked over to the mirror.

I was right. There was no reflection.
My body, clothes, everything was gone.

I was invisible.

I see it too.

Throw some light up there.

Hey!

Hey, help me!

Help!

Help! Help!

What's the matter with you? Help!
Jesus, can't you see me?

You, help! Right here!
Right here!

Help me!
Jesus, what have they done to me?

- Maybe he's dead.
- No, he's breathing.

I can see the blanket
moving up and down.

What we could do
with this freak on our team.

Talk about undercover.
The contracts we'd haul down.

Forget it.
First place he's going is some lab.

They'll be cutting him and shoving tubes
up his ass for years.

- What?
- Keep your mouths shut.

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