It was difficult. After years of being besieged Elendra had finally locked the voices out after months of training in the tower. Now she had to focus on a single one.
Pick someone you know.
Eric. Elendra felt the nod.
He will be different.
Look to understand.
Eric. ~ Dim lights. Laughter. Chatter. Music. Figure hunched over bar staring into empty glass. ~ The scene faded. Mari, is That Eric?
He’s middle-aged? I been here months.
Time flows differently here.
Eric ~ Clinical room? Dr. Feldmann. Test results? Liver Disease? Too much drinking… ~ Is this my fault?
? Your action caused trauma. A moment in a life of moments.
Some moments carry more weight than others. I should see him.
…There’s only one moment where you should. The moment of death. It is not wise too interact otherwise.
Elandra was already make her own plans.