Henry's POV
I looked down absentmindedly, trying to control my feelings, trying not to scream or bite into my arm while thinking of my dreams, which became more vivid with every time I slept.
"Last batch for today." An older guy stepped closer to me and patted my shoulder.
"Why space out? You didn't even break into a sweat after a day of work."
I hummed, not answering him, and positioned myself in front of the next steel beam.
When the guy in front of me was ready, we lifted it together—a weight I could easily carry alone was now shared unnecessarily, costing time. But that was what we were here for, weren't we?
To waste time.
We carried the steel beam to the elevator, and I watched it pull up slowly.
Today, we will visit Omar's parents for more visions.
I will accompany him, and if I see something during Kenny's visions that I don't like, I will get rid of them immediately, no matter whether Kenny wants it or not.
