Ten minutes later, Bethany was in the shower with all the enticing nozzles she had seen earlier. The hot water felt great. In the bag of assorted toiletries, she had found a ladies’ safety razor, lotion, scented soaps, travel-sized shampoo and conditioner, and a box of pads and tampons. That last item had given her a chuckle. Adriel, for all of his kindness, really did try his best.
Adriel explained it like this: Your physical form in this lower world is your mold. It is an organic meat shell that only lasts for a limited amount of time. In it, you experience a reality that is designed for the experiences themselves, the events that form you as an individual.
Bethany did not remember falling asleep, but she woke up in the same midnight blue room from before, wrapped in the same heavy comforter in the same bed. She sat up and stretched and looked around. Sunlight was pouring in through the open curtains, and it seemed like a bright day outside.
When Officer Barrett finally entered the precinct, she checked in with the desk sergeant, who pointed over to where Bethany was sitting patiently, thinking about all the things she wanted to ask Adriel if she saw him again. Barrett approached her.
Mageia Geist sat by the window, looking out over the Gathering of Yenzora, a smallish settlement located near the flowing ley lines of the Tescala-Si. Down below, she could see the spindrile Yenzors going about their tasks. There were much larger gatherings than this in her world, two that spanned entire continents, but she preferred the outer areas.
Officers Cope and Barrett were driving around Schenley Park, looking for a good observation point or a good place to grab a bite.
When Bethany arrived back in Highland Park, she walked to Adriel’s townhouse from the bus stop at a brisk pace, although her backpack slowed her down a bit. Her visit to the museum had inspired her. It had been more than a coincidence. It had to be, right?