Chapter Nine
I felt a whoosh, like a stream of time flowing through a twisting tube, making me dizzy and confused. I woke to the sound of Caitlion’s soft words.
“…and I got crispy butterflies.”
The light was dim, a muted bluish color. Soothing.
I smiled. Crispy butterflies?
When I leaned forward, the hospital bed raised behind me, supporting my back.
“You…” Dry throat. Scratchy. I swallowed.
“Try a sip of your Coke.”
The straw in my drink was flat and wide, easy to draw the double stream of tangy liquid into my mouth.
“Ah, better,” I said. “You changed clothes.”
“Just the color.”
She touched a blinking panel that curved around her left forearm. Her skintight outfit slowly changed from mint green to baby blue, starting at her neck and flowing down to her feet in a sof
