Michael's P.O.V.
"Can I ask you something?", the man was cooking what was supposed to be my dinner for the night. Nodding as a reply, he continued to chop and drop whatever vegetable he was cutting inside the pot of stew.
"Where are we right now?", I questioned looking at my surroundings and then out the window where an endless garden was. It was always day making me question whether we might be inside another type of dimension or someplace he conjured with his powers.
We are in your head. More precisely, a dimension I made where I can contact you and still be connected with you in between the time portals I make.
