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I’m aching head to feet when I pull out of drift, a poison of exhaustion pulsing in my veins. Garrett’s gone from my side. I wonder how long I’ve been straddling dimensions. I only spent a few minutes with Tad, rousing his spirit with the gentlest prod while he lay bloody and unconscious. When he finally opened his eyes, they were the sort of blue that makes you think of alpine lakes. I wanted him in my arms, not a dimension away, untouchable.
Then I was kind of floating, looking for the way back from where I’d Travelled. Drifting intentionally is one thing, Travel-pull is another, and it’s sometimes tricky to return all in one piece.
Now, standing stiffly, I gather my backpack and phone and wobble to the edge of the arena. After wrestling open the door to 1205, the
