Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tumbling ass over tea kettle in the vacuum of space is a bizarre sensation. No sense of equilibrium. No focal point to get your bearings. Just twirling on a carnival ride out of control.
The force of the explosion kicked Joel and Sam away from Bowser. Sent them hurtling like space junk. But at no point during their tumultuous tumble, did Sam let go of Joel. She wasn’t sure if he was even conscious. She didn’t dare speak for fear she would vomit as soon as she opened her mouth. They were a ball of bodies.
Sense returned to Sam in little drips. A leaky faucet slowly filling the sink over days. Like a snap, she suddenly became aware of the situation, gained some context. She couldn’t see Ragnarok, but she caught glimpses of Bowser as she spun, so she knew roughly in wh
