Sadly, he was very, very wrong. Sam had, quite literally, nothing to go back to now. Not after what Avery had done to her. She was still upset about it, still regretting the mistake of looking him in the eyes...
"One of my guys is going to be waiting two blocks away, at the corner of Madison and Amelia. Sam, I want you to listen to me very carefully."
Startled by the urgency in his tone, Sam's eyes met Avery's.
And that was her big mistake.
It was hard to describe the way it felt. The best she could come up with was a sense of tiny, invisible fish hooks shooting out of his eyes and going directly into hers, latching onto the tissue of her brain. It was more than just her brain. It was her Self. It didn't hurt. But it wasn't pleasant either. And she couldn't squirm free.
Vaguely, she was aware of Avery talking again. His voice sounded far-away and cottony. "If I die in this attempt, I need you to drop everything and run for that truck to save yourself. Don't look back. Don't try to save me or anyone else. Just escape."
For some reason, that sounded like a very good idea. She nodded absently.
She shook her head, snapping herself back to the present. "Well," she said dryly, "for what it's worth, we've got some people here picked up from the same world. But different times. Whatever they do to get us here, it doesn't seem to disrupt the natural flow of time. Or it splinters our realities into two alternate timelines. Not really sure which."
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"One of my guys is going to be waiting two blocks away, at the corner of Madison and Amelia. Sam, I want you to listen to me very carefully."
Startled by the urgency in his tone, Sam's eyes met Avery's.
And that was her big mistake.
It was hard to describe the way it felt. The best she could come up with was a sense of tiny, invisible fish hooks shooting out of his eyes and going directly into hers, latching onto the tissue of her brain. It was more than just her brain. It was her Self. It didn't hurt. But it wasn't pleasant either. And she couldn't squirm free.
Vaguely, she was aware of Avery talking again. His voice sounded far-away and cottony. "If I die in this attempt, I need you to drop everything and run for that truck to save yourself. Don't look back. Don't try to save me or anyone else. Just escape."
For some reason, that sounded like a very good idea. She nodded absently.
She shook her head, snapping herself back to the present. "Well," she said dryly, "for what it's worth, we've got some people here picked up from the same world. But different times. Whatever they do to get us here, it doesn't seem to disrupt the natural flow of time. Or it splinters our realities into two alternate timelines. Not really sure which."