Chapter Twenty-Four
I float among the shapes and enjoy not having to deal with Nero for a few moments.
Then I proceed with my plan—which is to get a vision of myself in the safety of my apartment.
Except, how?
Dwelling on the essence of the apartment doesn’t bear fruit.
But what if I just focus on a person who’s always home? Seeing the futures of people has worked pretty well for me thus far.
So, I try to summon Fluffster’s essence.
I bring to mind his kindness, his thriftiness, and, most importantly, the extreme fluffy fuzziness.
A set of rounded pyramids show up, playing music so chill you’d think someone put them on Zoloft.
Good.
Metaphysically rubbing my ethereal wisps together, I touch the nearest shape.
“So you’re saying Hekima created a walking and talking illusion of Ros
