by Will Stanton » Sat Jan 18, 2020 4:08 am
"Sam, everything's wrong," Will said, with a disbelieving chuckle. "Everything. And everyone. It's all just ever so slightly off. It's like if the Mandela effect was real, and not some bullshit made up by paranormal charlatans. You're lighting up clubs with wolves; Miriam's mostly not killing people, ASHLIE...ASHLIE's gone," he said, his voice breaking just for a moment. "Everything, everything is five degrees off center. Everything. And every way I know to cope with things, when they get too tough to handle...they're gone, too. They don't work over here, because the people are different."
He closed his eyes and took a breath. "But I'm alive. And I'm here. And Robin's here, too. And there's an end, of a sorts, in sight. And I'll make it through to the end, someway, somehow."
His fingers idly danced over the keys again.