The next morning when we woke up it was still early, but Jacek was on edge about something. Has been since he rescued me. He was urging us to go back to my house, even said he had to talk to my mother about something, though, he won’t tell me what it is about. So, after saying goodbye to everyone we hopped onto his bike and headed back.
He even drove unusually fast to get back. Something big was up. The moment he turned off the bike he helped me off, got off himself, and then grabbed me to dematerialize into the house. When we appeared in the kitchen I doubled over and nearly threw up. He may be used to his atoms shifting apart, but I wasn’t.
“s**t, Jacek.” I coughed. “You could have at least warned me before violently ripping my molecules apart.”
