After exactly thirty hours and twelve minutes, Theodore regained consciousness. As he slowly woke, he felt a strange incompatibility with his body. His body felt both heavier and lighter. But he couldn’t confirm his weight right away, since his five senses also seemed several times more sensitive.

Sarok… saruruk...

He heard a soft rustling nearby. His closed eyelids twitched in response.

… It’s… robes? Someone’s nearby?

As Theo gradually pulled himself out of unconsciousness, he opened his blue-green eyes. He found himself staring at an old ceiling. It seemed his eyesight had also improved, since the stains on the ceiling were much clearer. It was a rather strange phenomenon, since Theo’s eyesight had been worsening from the hours he spent poring over books.

A jolt of realization struck Theo. He was on Vince’s bed. He feebly tried to rise, but his limbs were rather stiff after not moving for thirty hours.

He groaned as the blood rushed back into his arms and legs. “Mmmm...”

“Oh! You’re up? How’s...