In between bouts of consciousness or, more accurately, awareness, Alyssalee could hear various Undivine chatting, sometimes about her. She concentrated on staying awake or aware of her surroundings. One thing was constant. Every time she had her mental faculties, Sophie was there. Whether it was whispering silly stories from her past or words admonishing her to fight and wake up, Sophie was there. It was hard to tell if hours, days, or weeks had passed since returning from her cosmic escapades.
Alyssalee prayed to the One Unified God that she’d be mentally aware of the sponge baths that Sophie carefully, if not methodically, provided her. At the moment, this remained the only respite from the extreme boredom that she now endured. Even within this monotony, the magnificent galactic creatio
