Gara ended up sleeping for nearly twelve hours, skipping dinner entirely. The food left in bowls and plates on the small table beside bed had long gone cold, probably no longer edible.
The young man groaned, pressing a hand to his head. It still throbbed faintly, whether from motion sickness or the fact that he'd gone without dinner, he wasn't sure.
As his bleary eyes took in the unfamiliar room—no cribs in sight—he finally remembered he wasn't in Bota Village anymore.
He set up a protective barrier around his room, then slipped into the dimensional pocket.
Outside, the sky was still dark and the air bit with cold, so he hurried straight into the house. The front room was empty. Gara moved deeper inside, heading toward the kitchen in search of food.
Creek.
The laboratory door suddenly swung open. No wind. No one touched it.
But Gara instantly knew the culprit. Sure enough, when he looked down, there was Rea. Her innocent little face giving her away as she tried to sneak out.
