17 Meimi
Opening my eyes, I wake up to find myself not in a hospital bed or uncomfortable cot, but in a fancy hotel. I peep under the covers. I’m still wearing my black dress from last night.
Oh, sweet mother of science.
Last night.
A memory appears. Thorne raises his hand, black particles lift from his skin, and he opens a drift void in our hotel suite. There are no monoliths involved. No software. Zip. Thorne just—whoosh—opens a drift void. And here’s the frightening thing.
The sight wasn’t all that scary.
If anything, it seemed natural.
Thorne even asked me if I wanted to join him in a little jaunt through the mini drift void to go yell at Fritz.
What the ever-loving WHAT?
Now, I’ve learned one fact about this memory-loss thing. If something doesn’t surprise me, then it was pro
