I was about to say something when the ground started to warp.
I heard Mikhael groan. “Here we go again. This is my least favorite part. Warping doesn’t know the right timing.”
The surroundings blurred and my vision was spinning. I don’t know where we are going but then when I opened my eyes, I was in a forest clearing. I looked around and realized we were just meters away from the train station.
Mikhael was mumbling words I don’t understand as he stood up, holding his head with his hand covering his mouth as if stopping himself from throwing up. I looked at the time in my watch. I have enough time. So much time. And I figured the last two stops might be something difficult. It might be the hardest among the five. And I wonder what else could be harder than watching myself die.
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