LEAVING HIS DESIGN table, Will walked from his studio to the windows of the running track. Far below, people and cars scurried ant-like in the streets. Streets where he could never go. Above the skyline to the west, the sunset began to pink the clouds. Evening approached. Finally.
Waiting for night to come when he could enter Dream, he’d spent the afternoon working on the next Dream Rider issue. He was almost finished. Just the final battle to do.
It was a great issue. Maybe his best. But now, as his mind retreated from the pretend world where he ruled, his thoughts returned to the real world.
The world where he’d screwed everything up.
Back in his studio, he checked the display on the wall for the millionth time. Adi still lay in her hospital bed, unconscious and maybe dying—because o
