Trego is in jail wondering if everything was just a dream.
“You would forsake me so fast?” It was her voice. I wondered how long before I would start hallucinating about her.
“Fuck you, go away,” I said to the darkness. Damn, I hated just being used. I kind of wanted to shoot her if the circumstances were such that way again.
Her…the cause of everything. Guess it was not too long. It was in the shadows of despair within my mind and the actual darkness in this cell that I definitely started to hate her. I felt used beyond redemption. White blood celled.
The bag was pulled off of my head, and her bright blue eyes were almost touching mine. She smiled was wide as she brought her face back. “Hi Tre! My, what have they done to you?”
“Unfortunately…” my voice came haggard. I had not spoken in a long time, and being deprived of water left my throat dry. “My race has… our less than… glorious… moments towards each other. Are you… real? Or just here to…to torment me before I die?”
I honestly expected her to disappear, or maybe appear as the guy who was probably going to torture me. But she stepped forward, putting her hands on my arms, and something happened as I was falling towards her. I landed in her chest as she held me gently. My arms hung limply at my side and I definitely could not feel them.
“Proud…you are real…” I mumbled, feeling her actually hugging me and feeling overwhelmed by that fact as I whimpered softly.
“Of course. Why would I not be? I had promised I would protect you, did I not?”
“Did…you? Can’t… remember. I can’t move…hunger…pain. My arms…”
“I know. I know.” She held me there, and something warm was flowing from her into me. I felt a strange awareness come over me, an awareness I once possessed slowly come back to me.
“Healing,” I stated and she nodded. I could at least walk, even if I felt weak and out of it. “But how can we get out of here? I thought you cannot influence reality that much?”
“I have gotten stronger. I am still limited, but enough to get you out of here. I had to wait until everyone in your near reality counted on you dying. To that reality it makes no difference if you actually die, or are simply gone. The jail guard was killed in an accident today, he was the only one who knew you weren’t actually dead yet.”
Her eyes widened a bit at the simple truth of my statement. “Indeed. It is time we go.”
“Uh, are we going to teleport or something? I don’t think we can just walk out.”
She disappeared, and I certainly did not make the trip with her. “Uh, Proud?”
The door to my cell opened, and she was the one that had done it. “Come on.”
“And if we are caught?”
“I will protect you. It will not happen though. Stay close.” She offered her hand and I reached for it, but my hand did not move. She bent down, grabbing it, and I noticed my emaciated arm that she had taken. I had been in this delusional state in this dark cell for longer than I likely knew.
At the very end of the hallway, I tried tugging her back as I saw the shadow of a guard coming. She shook her head and sure enough the form on the wall had turned around and started walking away without ever turning the corner. We walked through some sort of facility, and it was uncanny that at every turn someone would be walking through the opposite door, or turned engaged in something. We continued in the strange ballad of perfect timing until we came out to a ship pad.