FADER STARED AT the shattered city lying like a broken beast below him, battling his fear. His fear won. He ran, not knowing where, wanting only to put the scene of destruction far behind.
A small part of him knew this wasn’t his Toronto. This was another version of his world, like the ones he’d seen after leaving Adi’s office, before Case had found him and pulled him back.
hisOnly then, every step had moved him to a different place, each place in shades of gray. Here, each step moved him through this strange version of Will’s Warehouse floor, not through worlds. And the only shades of gray here were in the dust and shadows of these forgotten corridors.
He ran on, blindly taking turn after turn. Finally, forced to catch his breath, he stopped. Bent over, gasping, he tried to calm down,
