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A trip through the darkness and back
Ryan groped through the darkness, feeling the way through the room slowly with his hands. His movement was aided somewhat by memory although it had been over twenty years since he was last there. Though he longed for some light source, he knew that the answers he was looking for were in the darkness, not the light.
He was searching for a voice. It was a voice from deep within the darkness beyond the boundaries of time; a voice from a different reality. Ryan had entered that reality before — in this very room. It was the only place he had ever been able to pass through the veil.
In that reality he was able to turn around and look back into the reality he was now in, except he could see his current reality without the time restrictions that kept everything linear and intact. He could look back into his current reality and see any time that occurred, past or future.
The toe of his boot hit something. Reaching out with his hands he realized it was the desk; still in the same place. He felt his way around the desk and found the chair. Slowly and carefully, Ryan sat in the chair.
In the pitch blackness there was no need to close his eyes but he closed them nonetheless. It was a swivel chair and he slowly began turning in a counter-clockwise direction. He was hoping…
