Chapter 112 Echoes Of Reality

• The gentle sound of a monitor across the room shook me from my slumber that was void of nasty dreams. For a second, I was out of sorts, the clinical whiteness of the lab ceiling coming into focus above me before recalling Chase’s presence, his arm slung lazily around my hips, it felt like heaven because I was at peace.
• I shifted a little to look into his face as he slept – a sight I’d never tire of. He appeared like someone who was in his thirties now; the frown lines that had formed when I was deep in slumber when everyone thought I was gone.
• Suddenly, I felt an urge to embrace him, but the feeling was immediately overshadowed by a pang of guilt. How much had I tortured him? How much more does the Composite Index and the inflation rates have in store for us? More importantly, how much does the Phoenix Organization, The Raven and the Architect have in store for us?