XVIII. Time Stands Still
A slight wind brushed over Osmond’s ears as the darkness behind his eyelids blackened further and the shadowy blanket draping his eyes warmed him to a placid state.
“Are you tired, my friend?” a voice asked.
“Hello… Andres?”
“Yes, but I am everyone. I am all, thus I am the one subject.”
“Ah… you again?! Last time we spoke, you dragged me on a journey to view events dealing with Sofia. In one of them, she was even shot! What is it now, a vision of my own death?”
Osmond looked around to find the voice until the darkness surrounding him opened to a vast control room with eight chairs.
The two rows of chairs in back were each a row of three seats while the front line had two seats. Each row of seats was separated by a long desk of controls flickering in an assor
