***ALEX'S POV***
Each step built another brick in the walls of my defenses. Each step shed one more layer of emotions that had built up inside of me. Each step took me one more step away from the memories of the things that I had seen and done over the last year, or the last three hours.
I will never get used to that. I mean, how am I supposed to reconcile that I spent only three hours inside of that book, but I lived through months and months of time inside of it. So many things had happened to me, things that I will never be able to talk about to anyone. Not without them thinking that I was crazy anyway. And all those things were supposed to have happened in the course of just three little hours. That was so hard to process that it made things three times worse.
