Pete sat down on the grass anxiously and leaned on a boulder.
"A y-year?" he stammered.
"Yes, Rob." Marian knelt beside him and put a hand over his shoulder. "I know it's a lot to take in… Just know that we are here for you."
Pete shook his head. "One year? How? Why? It makes little sense. Are you pranking me?"
Horacio took a bite from his pear and spoke up. "It's the truth. You were just… gone. After the Morag incident, your body was no longer yours."
Pete furrowed his brow. "Gone? No longer mine? Did you mean I was in a coma? Did I go back to my world?"
The mage tch-tched. "Oh, no, your body was quite mobile. In fact, it went berserk."
"W-what?" Pete got to his feet. It was a cool and pleasant morning but Pete was in a nervous sweat. "My body was active while I was asleep? What are you talking about? I don't recall that. The last thing I remember was Marian carrying me along the lake shore."
