Chapter Seven
Traveling through an interdimensional portal reminded me of traveling through shadow, something I’d done a few times in the past courtesy of Shade, a G-Man agent who I saw far more often than I wanted. Everything was pitch-black and I was falling, but it also felt like I was drifting through the ocean. It was a hard to describe sensation, almost contradictory, but I didn’t know how else to describe it.
As I drifted through the space between dimensions, I tried not to panic. There was no air in here. It was like drifting through outer space, so I held my breath as long as I could. But my air supply was rapidly running out; soon, I would be forced to open my mouth and inhale the empty nothingness of the space between dimensions, which would certainly kill me.
But then, up ah
