Lance frowned his little forehead when he saw Lindon closer.
“You’ve grown so old, Mr. Shan,” he said.
Lance’s father wanted to correct his form of address while his mother wanted to tell him to not be rude, but the so-called old man merely smiled as he wiped the moisture from his face.
“Well,” he replied gently, “much time has already passed, you see.”
Lance only frowned deeper, not fully understanding. Then he appeared to get lost in thought as the dreams slowly slipped from his young mind again.
He hadn’t yet got up from where he lay, and when his parents saw that his eyelids were getting heavier again, they hurriedly urged him to sit up. Only then did Lance start to look around him, but he didn’t ask anything or show any sign of curiosity as to why they were suddenly here and not
