I fall asleep peacefully that night, for the first time in days. Everything seems to be sorting itself out. Okay, yeah, we’re still in the middle of a war, but we don’t just have a weapon to fight back. We’ve prepared as many weapons as possible, in order to ensure that we come out of this as winners.
Cyrus has his arm hanging over my waist, but I don’t even register it properly, because I’m already half asleep. And we’d probably stay like that until morning, if I didn’t suddenly find myself in a strange forest.
It’s all so absurd. It’s like I’m there and not there, all at once. The image flashes like an old picture, making me force myself to focus. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s in fact my vision playing tricks on me. It gets blurry, then clears itself up again.
I have to fo
