AISLYN

I stand looking at Bodie. Motionless. Watching as his face squeezes in worry when he looks at me.

“You look as pale as if you've seen a ghost. What's going on?” he asks.

It takes me a moment to gather my wits together. When I finally do I’m still unable to make a speech.

‘What do I even say?’ I ask myself. It's not like I can outrightly tell him that I saw an older-looking replica of him in Dyer’s office.

How does one go about a conversation when still suffering from ...