Pain wracked Daneel as soon as he felt himself in the body of a little boy.
He hadn't known exactly what to expect, but for some reason, he had thought that he might forget everything about reality and completely become the little one who was going to go through so much.
However, it was different.
As the little boy opened his eyes and looked down, Daneel realized that he was like a bystander inside Aran's head.
He couldn't control anything, but he could experience each and every feeling and emotion that Aran went through.
He was in a small room, and he had just been woken by a guard who looked at him with pity.
That was when Aran looked down to see that scars were forming all over his body where his skin had been boiled away before.
Which day was this? Was it the first, or the ninth?
"Which day is this? Is it the fifth, sixth, or the ninth? Father should be back on the ninth…"
Wait… Where did that come from?
