Ciana swallowed nothing less. Looking away from Anchor. What kind of dream was she in? She can not understand what was going on. There was so much to know, accept and figure out. Doubts we're flooding inside of her. Mind or whatever, it really made her confused. The more she meet strangers, the more it became difficult to comprehend who is telling the truth.
"Would it be fun to get out from here?"
"Yes. I want to wake up from this semi-realistic dream."
"Iveroi, this is all real. It ain't a dream."
Anchor stood up and disappeared to reappear in front of Ciana as he extended his hand. "Come with me. I will make you remember what you missed."
"No, I do not want to."
Anchor look at her. Ciana noticed that kind of view reminds her how Donavan looked at her in that first week in the Warzone headquarters.
