Theo left the room with the wardrobe as quickly as he can, happy to get away from the sleeping form that he still believes to be Warden Morgan Aristomache. (If he had realized that the actual Warden lay ahead of him, maybe he wouldn't have been so eager.)
He did struggle a little to figure out where he was and, equally important, why he was there. Back in the storage room, he'd assumed from the Warden's presence that they were in Halo, probably in the palace -- but this didn't look like any part of the Halovian palace. Not that he was very familiar with the palace, but a room this size could hardly have gone unnoticed. And how had he ended up in Halo, or wherever this was, anyway? Not to mention in another man's body -- that fact kept tearing to shreds any conception of what was going on that he might have developed.
Seeing movement in the hall, Theo froze, then realized it was another person, who he could only hope wasn't as confused as he was. Stepping forward, Theo called, "Hello?"
He did struggle a little to figure out where he was and, equally important, why he was there. Back in the storage room, he'd assumed from the Warden's presence that they were in Halo, probably in the palace -- but this didn't look like any part of the Halovian palace. Not that he was very familiar with the palace, but a room this size could hardly have gone unnoticed. And how had he ended up in Halo, or wherever this was, anyway? Not to mention in another man's body -- that fact kept tearing to shreds any conception of what was going on that he might have developed.
Seeing movement in the hall, Theo froze, then realized it was another person, who he could only hope wasn't as confused as he was. Stepping forward, Theo called, "Hello?"
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
