Drifter spun and picked direction as a chilling shroud of mist glowed from the streetlights.
“The direct route is faster, and I have faith you can handle yourself. But you might experience things that are a mite uncomfortable, but they can’t hurt you ‘nless you let them.”
“Are they real?” Katrina asked. No armor. Not even a sidearm. Some vacation this is shaping out to be.
“In some senses, as real as you or I. Things that are, things that could have been. Most are harmless.”
“Alright, but before we go, what did you mean when you texted me ‘It’s handled’?” Katrina asked, remembering Drifter’s cryptic message on her phone.
“The direct route is faster, and I have faith you can handle yourself. But you might experience things that are a mite uncomfortable, but they can’t hurt you ‘nless you let them.”
“Are they real?” Katrina asked. No armor. Not even a sidearm. Some vacation this is shaping out to be.
“In some senses, as real as you or I. Things that are, things that could have been. Most are harmless.”
“Alright, but before we go, what did you mean when you texted me ‘It’s handled’?” Katrina asked, remembering Drifter’s cryptic message on her phone.