21
Lincoln
After my visit to the Primeval, I wake up to find Peli has given a repeat performance. Once again, the monkey moved me to my own bed. Lifting my arm, I find that Peli has also placed me in a new set of orange pajamas, only these sport a rubber ducky pattern.
I shake my head. Peli really is an enjoyable rogue.
Rolling over, I check my grandfather clock. It’s Friday. 2 am. The Trials of Acca take place at 10 am.
My head feels groggy, which is why I don’t register the large blue orbs staring at me from the foot of the bed. At least, not for a moment or two. Soon it becomes clear that they’re actually a set of luminous blue eyes.
I yawn. “Hello, Peli.”
“Did you enjoy your trip to my past?”
“It’s enlightening.” I yawn. “But still rather vague. I only know the most basic facts
