To hell and back, huh? He wondered if she deserved to actually be there and if it was really hell. Like the actual hell. But right now wasn't the time to ponder about that. She was the only one that could see him and he was injured. Since the war he'd become someone that was comfortable with very strange bedfellows as far as allies were concerned and whatever they were facing, they probably had a better shot of dealing with it by working together.
"Something else then," he said. He gave her a little grin. "One thing all the craziness in my life has taught me is in my line of work, there's always a 'something else.' You ever see 'The Langoliers'? That TV miniseries based on the Stephen King story? People on the plane fall asleep and wind up in this frozen world, with all the other passengers gone, that's supposed to be the day left in the past. Like what's leftover after time moves on. And these creatures eat it all up. Maybe this is something weird like that. A pocket dimension. Something outside the normal universe. Stuff like that is real."
There was always something stranger than than good or bad, heaven or hell. There was always an other. Something outside the realms of normal.
God, bandaging this was a pain.
"Think you can pin the end of this to my shoulder? I'm having trouble getting it wrapped, I just need the end to stay put and maybe you tying it off when I'm done."
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"Something else then," he said. He gave her a little grin. "One thing all the craziness in my life has taught me is in my line of work, there's always a 'something else.' You ever see 'The Langoliers'? That TV miniseries based on the Stephen King story? People on the plane fall asleep and wind up in this frozen world, with all the other passengers gone, that's supposed to be the day left in the past. Like what's leftover after time moves on. And these creatures eat it all up. Maybe this is something weird like that. A pocket dimension. Something outside the normal universe. Stuff like that is real."
There was always something stranger than than good or bad, heaven or hell. There was always an other. Something outside the realms of normal.
God, bandaging this was a pain.
"Think you can pin the end of this to my shoulder? I'm having trouble getting it wrapped, I just need the end to stay put and maybe you tying it off when I'm done."