INDY
Dreams weren’t strange in this body, but it always felt like I was dreaming of the future. Although hazy, this dream felt like it was signalling to a past I didn’t know.
What did they say again?
Power? What kind of power and who wielded it?
My head started hurting again, so I took that as a sign to stop thinking about it so much.
For now, let’s try to answer another question—how did I get here?
I looked around for a moment, taking it all in. That was when everything came back to me. Rome was the one who helped me, right? His scent was something I couldn’t mistake for another.
The realization came with both comfort and disappointment. Comfort, because some irrational part of me had wanted him there. Disappointment, because if he had been here… then that meant he had alread
