Chapter Twenty One
When I woke the following morning, Chase was nowhere to be found - I even opened the bathroom door, tentatively peeking in. His bedroom presented a promptly made bed, with watery sunlight streaming in. Eventually I trudged towards the kitchen to make some coffee. As I stood sipping on the warm butter liquid, I swallowed, feeling it slide easily down my throat. I felt my neck, and everything still appeared normal. If something happened to you in the astral plane or while you were 'connecting', could your physical body be hurt? I'd have to ask someone. While I sipped on my coffee I noticed a note on the small round table that Chase and I often sat at. I have a meeting to attend to. Oswald will be your trainer today. Chase My stomach sank slightly - both at the idea that Chase
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