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Tears sliding down my cheeks, I fell to my knees and wrapped my hands over my head, rocking back and forth.
Please let me out. Please, please, please,I recited inside my mind, but no one listened.
I was stuck.
Chapter 32
It had always beeneasy to snap out of the tracking trance. As soon as the wish materialized to go back, I always resurfaced—without my senses—but I resurfaced.
Now, here I was, curled up, cloaked in darkness, tears sliding down my face.
At first, there had been smells, and sounds, and sights, but they were gone now, and all that was left was a vast nothingness I couldn’t push away.
I had screamed without a voice. I had fought in the oblivion in which I floated, all to no avail. It felt like punching at the air, like clawing at the vacuum of space as I tumbled and tumbled through a bottomless abyss.
Rosalina, help me! Help me!
But my friend, my savior, couldn’t hear me. She wasn’t here. I was alone.
Jake, Jake, Jake.
He wasn’t here either. Did they know I was lost? How long had it been since I took Mekare’s potion and I closed my eyes? Minutes? Hours? Days?
If I woke up, I might never be able to smell, hear, or see anything again.
Oh, God! Please, help me!
Somebody.
Anybody.
Help me!
But no one came. No one heard me.
And even though I tried and tried to get myself back into the real world, I remained lost.
