Uh-huh, Well, this has been a fun chat but I’m going to have to cut it short. This won’t hurt much. What are you—Hunar started to say but Mikah was already in his head, like a fish moving upstream he dug through the most recent memories, of the conversation they just had, of Mikah being here at all. Mentally he tied a thread around them and yanked. Hunar shuddered. They ripped free and floated away to wherever lost memories go.
What are you—Out of curiosity he swam up the river of memory a little more. It was mostly blackness with the occasional glimpse of a guard’s back. Mikah tried to push a little more. The further he went upstream, into the past, the harder it was. Instead of moving against a gentle stream, he would soon find himself going headfirst into whitewater. He got as far as a
