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Jack walked through a world of endless mist, mist without texture or temperature, mist that seemed to go on forever. It clung to his body, swirled around his legs and streamed from his fingertips.
He stopped dead.
Chewing his lip as he took in the sight, Jack nodded. “Well,” he mumbled. “That's new.” His head was still ringing, but the pain was a distant thing, easily ignored. Why did this place seem so familiar?
The answer came to him in a moment of vivid clarity. This was how he had met Summer all those years ago. Was she here too? He hadn't seen her, and he felt as though he had been walking around for hours.
As if in answer to his question, the mist parted to reveal Summer standing there in a simple pair of blue jeans and a flannel shirt like the ones his mother used to wear. A
