Chapter Sixty-Four
I have but a moment because given the chance, he’ll either leave Headspace or float out of my reach.
Which is why I instantly grab him with my ethereal wisp as if he were a vision-shape I want to activate.
Only the joining conversation doesn’t start as I had hoped.
I guess he needs to reciprocate to make this easy for me.
He exudes shock—for lack of a better term—then anxiety; then I feel him metaphysically writhing, like a giant fish on a hook.
Maybe it’s not a set-up after all.
“You’re not getting away,” I think in case he can sense my words. Pretending he’s a cloud of shapes a thousand strong, I reach for him with multiple wisps.
His anxiety pulsing turns into panic as he redoubles his efforts to slip by the imaginary hook—which tells me I’m on the right track
