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the public transportation was pretty good.   Hopefully, since the One Eleven guys weren't from Florida, they wouldn't know any better about West Palm.   Without a driver's license there, you would be stranded most of the time.   It's not that the city doesn't have public transportation, it's just that I normally wouldn't be caught dead on it.   There are some serious weirdoes on those buses, which Tony and I found out firsthand when we took the bus to the Tri-Rail station just yesterday.   One guy was sitting in his seat, yelling at no one in particular.   He seemed to be hearing an invisible person talking back, too, the way he was one minute shouting and the next minute listening to a response that neither Tony nor I could hear.   It seemed like a lot more time than just one day had passed since Tony and I had been on that weird little adventure.  
    Tony elbowed me out of my daydream.   "You done?" he asked me, standing to go up to the front with his form.
    I signed at the bottom of the form, under some disclaimer I didn't bother reading.   "Yep.   Here ... "   I gave him my paper, and he left to deliver both of our forms to the table in front.   My dad is a lawyer and would have flipped his wig over me signing a form before reading the legal stuff.   That's part of the reason why I made it a policy not to.   My dad's a real dickwad, so doing things that get under his skin makes me happy.
    After just a few more seconds, everyone else finished their forms and stacked them on the table in the front of the room.   I wondered what Jared's crew was going to use as addresses and birthdays.   I'd bet Becky wasn't eighteen yet ... probably not Finn either.   The others probably were, though.   They looked older, especially Jared.
    Mr. Dardennes walked back into the meeting room with Buff Guy.   "Anyone need more time?" Mr. Dardennes asked, looking around.   "Good, then let's begin with the timed test."   He picked up the forms we had just completed from the table and handed them to his assistant, who turned and left the room.
    "Please break the seal on your packet.   You will find an answer sheet under the first page.   Please take it out and fill in your names at the top.   Don't bother filling out the other information."   He waited two minutes while we did that.   I felt like I was getting ready to take the pre-S.A.T. test in school again.
    "This test is timed.   You will have thirty minutes to complete it.   Please read the instructions carefully before answering the questions.   Good luck ... you may now begin."
    I turned the page on the test to reach the first question.   'How many hours per day do you sleep?'   Hmmm.   That's a tough one.   It depends on whether there's anything interesting going on.   I marked an answer and moved on.  
    'Do you ever have a sense of déjà vu?'   Of course, doesn't everyone?   Next question ... 'Do you ever hear voices telling you to do things?'   Oh, come on ... who's going to say yes to that?   Next ... 'If you were going to take a vacation of your choice, would you go to: (a) the mountains, (b) the plains, (c) the desert, (d) the ocean .  
    Hmmm.   That one was harder.   Definitely 'no' for the desert and ocean options; I live in Florida because I'm forced to, not because it's my choice.   Maybe if I lived somewhere else, I'd pick '(d) ocean', but living in Florida, the ocean was no big deal to me.   I chose '(a) Mountains'.   I loved the mountains, especially the forest part.   I'd only gone to the mountains in North Carolina and Tennessee, but they were magically awesome.   It was a long time ago, but I still remembered it fondly.   I had to shake my head to get it back into the test.
    The next section was similar to one I'd seen in school before.   There were a series of shapes and I had to pick the next shape in the sequence.   I was good at those.
    The last section was weird as hell.   I'd never seen anything like it before.   The