Part IV: Garbageman

Fresco woke reluctantly. The memories of the last time this happened to him were still fresh, too real to ignore. If he opened his eyes to find himself on the same park bench he wasn't sure his sanity would survive.

He refused to try for a long time, even after he realized he was still indoors. It was too calm, the sounds and smells more like a hospital than a public playground. Still, the fact did little to reassure him. Besides, he wasn't ...