Higher

At that moment, I realised I didn't want to think about things any more.

In particular, I didn't want to think about what the people behind Project Lupus might have planned for me. As I'd just found out I couldn't be hurt, that might seem odd - but I had no idea how far this ability might (or might not) stretch. And old, fearful habits die hard.

I squeezed my eyes shut and thought myself to somewhere I felt safe.

Opening my eyes, I found I was exactly where I'd wanted to be - the park where I'd played as a child. In the intervening years, the park itself seemed smaller - yet the trees had become taller in that time.

I found the changes unsettled me in some fundamental way that I didn't quite understand.

Rooks cawed raucously from their treetop nests, and this childhood refuge seemed suddenly ominous - too open, too lonely.

Without conscious thought, a crawling instinctive fear made me close my eyes and blink - I was gone from there.



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