The next day, early in the morning, Zayn opened his eyes.
He looked around the dark room in confusion.
He heard Xane's cheerful voice inside his head. [Good morning, my soul mate.]
Zayn placed his hand over his mouth.
[Geez, you are no fun.]
Xane said in a casual tone, [Well, no point freaking out about all these things. One way or another, all the changes are linked to us entering the projection plane.]
[I do have a feeling that, at the end of all this, we might gain some clarity over our weird situation.]
Zayn got up and nodded.
With that, he touched his ID to check the time. After making sure he woke at his regular time, he rushed to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, he wore a robe over his second set of clothes.
