“Marcus, hey Marcus. Are you all right?”
I felt groggy from my journey. I looked around and saw I was surronded by three armored figures. I tried to sit up.
“Easy Marcus. Don’t try to move just yet.”
“Gil . . .”
“Yes Marcus, it’s me. Now lie still, you’re in no shape to do anything right now.”
I hadn’t heard that voice in a long time. He died during the disastor. I laughed softly to myself. The mirror did it, I’ve gone back in time.
“What’s he laughing about Gil?”
“How should I know? Marcus just took a missile to the face and survived. I didn’t even know our power armor was that strong. Who knows what damage he incurred.”
I slipped into sleep, still laughing at my success.