I sense Maya's churning emotions a second before I open my eyes and see them on her face. But there's nothing dangerous in sight—or I would've woken up on my own.
"Zeke! Oh, God," Maya breathes out when I look at her. "This terrible feeling—can you feel it too? Like a massive rubber band snapping on your wrist? It's there. Its—"
She falls silent and grabs her forehead, an expression of pain on her face. I reach out for her, but instead mirror the gesture.
My head feels like a balloon that's being filled with hot air. But the physical sensation is nothing compared to what's going on with my mind.
Suddenly, as vividly as if I lived through them myself, I remember things that never happened. The exploration of the White Castle; meetings with the Arcanum Initiative agents; attacks of the Time Eater; weeks of library research.
