The information that I had crossed worlds sobered me up quite a bit.
I had to stand up; I had to go back to find Henry.
I forced my body to obey, needing three attempts to get into a sitting position and longer to stand.
"Do you need help?"
I didn't answer; I just looked around with my gun in my hand.
The same scene I had seen in my dreams, except I didn't see any faceless sculptures, just nature in a crystalline version with spectacular lighting.
I looked at Henry's counterpart, recognizing his tattered uniform.
"You are... Commander Hannibal from... the DA or something?" I forced out; my fever made not only holding onto a thought impossible but also affected my speech.
So he was not only still alive but also hadn't found his way home.
Though everything was blurry and I was dizzy as hell, I could still see his face turning stern.
"Do you know me?"
