'Lexie. Sit down. It's time.'
'I am sitting down.'
'Not there. In here.'
Alex looked at the row of things on his bed one more time. Then he lay back on top of the blanket, folded his hands on his stomach like a very small dead king, and closed his eyes.
Mind Haven (Rank 2)
The apartment dropped away.
Stars came up around him, thousands of them, then millions. The big pink cloud he liked was still there. So was the planet with the rings. His body was the see-through one again, and normally this was the part where he did a loop and shouted "woooo".
He didn't do a loop.
There was furniture in his galaxy.
Right in the middle of everything, floating on nothing, sat a small wooden table. Around it were three wooden chairs.
They were tiny. They were the kind of chairs you see in a nursery.
Above the table hung a wisp of deep red light, about the size of his fist. It pulsed slowly, the way a heart does when its owner is nervous and trying to hide it.
