They stood hand in hand, not knowing how they had returned to the grand hall they had just escaped. Weren't they lying in bed naked in each other's arms? How did they get there? Ian and Shelby wondered at the same time but never let go of each other's hand.
They were clad in a regal robe that looked to be made of only leaves but covered them entirely. In fact, from afar, it looked like a fluffy robe instead of a leafy one. Yet something felt different in there. Something that neither of them could pinpoint.
The air shimmered like a fragile glass on the verge of breaking, and every sound, every breath, every sound was distant, hollow, like echoes through time. The couple glanced at one another, realization dawning slowly. This was no return but a vision. It was a memory wrapped in a dreamlike state.
