That’s the long and short of it. Something wrong has happened, and Van Zieks does not know precisely what. Only that he was in his office one moment, only to shutter his eyes closed to fend off the pulsing headache, a consequence of too-late-a-night of poring over documents — and now, he finds himself here.
Wherever “here” is.
It’s an alarming notion, to find oneself uprooted and within the confines of a strange place without warning, and disorientation takes hold of him; panic threatens to grip him soon after, but he pushes it down and aside. Where is this? How did he arrive here, as easy as slipping into a dream? It does not make any sense, but there should be someone or something that can provide him an answer, even if he has to demand it.
(Unbeknownst to him, the lovely foyer—barring a few places where the structure itself is being rebuilt, as though being reconstructed—belongs to none other than the Dessendre family, and he is far, far from his home country.)]
What is this? Is anyone here? [His voice, stern and on the verge of demanding, echoes in the generous space.]
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That’s the long and short of it. Something wrong has happened, and Van Zieks does not know precisely what. Only that he was in his office one moment, only to shutter his eyes closed to fend off the pulsing headache, a consequence of too-late-a-night of poring over documents — and now, he finds himself here.
Wherever “here” is.
It’s an alarming notion, to find oneself uprooted and within the confines of a strange place without warning, and disorientation takes hold of him; panic threatens to grip him soon after, but he pushes it down and aside. Where is this? How did he arrive here, as easy as slipping into a dream? It does not make any sense, but there should be someone or something that can provide him an answer, even if he has to demand it.
(Unbeknownst to him, the lovely foyer—barring a few places where the structure itself is being rebuilt, as though being reconstructed—belongs to none other than the Dessendre family, and he is far, far from his home country.)]
What is this? Is anyone here? [His voice, stern and on the verge of demanding, echoes in the generous space.]