There was something weird going on. He felt dizzy and cold but he knew he couldn't stay here. Staying out would get him in more trouble. Once he was sure Lazar was done with him, he summoned enough strength to drag himself inside the cell before he closed his eyes.
And then he was somewhere else. It was strange, it was like nothing he had ever experienced. He was in better times and it felt almost real. The details were wrong though and he ached much less but he walked through the streets of New Orleans with wide eyes. He remembered this. Mardi gras. He came in the 20s to experience it for the first time and that was exactly how it looked.
He didn't know what to do so he just stood there, staring at the life around him that he wasn't used to, almost on the verge of tears. It was nice here... could he stay?
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And then he was somewhere else. It was strange, it was like nothing he had ever experienced. He was in better times and it felt almost real. The details were wrong though and he ached much less but he walked through the streets of New Orleans with wide eyes. He remembered this. Mardi gras. He came in the 20s to experience it for the first time and that was exactly how it looked.
He didn't know what to do so he just stood there, staring at the life around him that he wasn't used to, almost on the verge of tears. It was nice here... could he stay?