CHAPTER 4
Orion was drenched and miserable, and his underwear was creeping up his ass and not in any good way. The only saving grace was that he couldn’t feel the cold that usually came from being soaked in a storm. Which again was odd considering that he could feel the warmth from Nelson’s hand earlier when he held it. This dream s**t was confusing and trippy.
Orion had been searching around this field for what felt like two hours, but really had no clue how much time had actually passed. What they said about dreams might possibly be true—that while you were in them it felt like hours, but in the real world it was only a few minutes that passed. What he did know for sure was that he was tired of stumbling around in this treacherous storm and getting nowhere. He knew there was an end to
