Greg woke up, finding himself lying on his bed in real life.
"Oh, you finally woke up, brother. You had us all worried," Annabelle said, concern etched on her face.
"Anne, what happened? Why am I lying on the bed?" Greg asked.
"I expect an explanation from you, brother. What happened? Lilith said your capsule was giving off emergency warnings," Annabelle pressed, clearly worried.
"Oh... I did something stupid," Greg admitted, sitting upright.
"So you saw Mum and Dad, huh?" Annabelle asked softly, a trace of longing in her voice—part of her wishing she could spend time with their parents too.
"Yeah, I did," Greg muttered, still wishing he'd had more time with them. As he reminisced about their conversation, his mind drifted to their final words concerning his birth.
"Annabelle, do you know anything odd about my birth?" he asked, not wanting to unravel the mystery alone.
"Your birth? In what sense?" Annabelle asked, confused by the sudden question.
