Rob held his glasses up to the window. The vanishing sliver of intruding sunlight became a barely visible blue haze. No need to darken a room with these on. Dr. Moy answered his raised eyebrows with shrugged shoulders.
Meanwhile, Vitek removed three palm-size objects from the case. He set one on the front left corner of the desk and paced off a distance of two steps from the corner towards the door before placing the remaining two objects about shoulder-width apart on the carpet.
While Rob’s viewpoint was skewed slightly, he was quite certain that if he connected the three objects with straight lines, he would have an equilateral triangle. Since he had no idea what was happening or about to occur, he noted everything.
Vitek looked at his wrist then gave a thumbs-up to Lightner, who then donned his sunglasses and motioned for everyone else to do the same.
Before Rob could begin pondering the purpose of the objects and the reason for wearing the sunglasses in a room illuminated only by the recessed fluorescent tubes overhead, a bright oval of light that stretched from floor to ceiling flashed into existence between the two objects on the floor – and Dr. Moy’s hand had returned to his wrist, but this time with a vise-like grip.