Days, weeks, years
Moved to GMS building.
Did as much research and searching as I could.
Learned more every day.
Every day went on more slowly than the next.
Days.
Weeks.
Years. Four.
No Moggs. No Jana. No Eddie.
No Jack.
Still in the dream.
YOU ARE READING
Just a dream
FantasyI am the Great Mystery, and my story is over. I had to make a choice - who would live, and who would die. I made my decision, and saw the consequences ...
