Chapter 67
Why was I still here? I wanted to fly. I knew I could, and yet I hadn’t. Why not? It made no sense. I was built to fly. I was certain of that, even if everything else was crazy swirly. Looking down, I could see my clothes. No, not clothes, my body. I could see my body, the one I had left behind, because it was broken. It didn’t matter because it wasn’t my real body anyhow. My real body knew how to fly, and how to phase. The old body was just a human copy. I was not bound by it, nor was I bound to move across as soon as my link to it was broken, the way humans were. I was free to do as I chose. So why, then, was I still here?
My old body was still pulling at me. I vaguely remembered struggling to stay with it, but I had no idea why I would want to do that. Perhaps it was because of someone else? Someone else wanted me to stay with my old body, and so I had naturally re-aligned my will to match. That must be it. That was the only thing that would make any sense. Perhaps I should wait a little longer to decide. Besides, I was curious. I’d been promised a gift, and for some reason the thought of it filled me with excitement and expectation. How could I possibly go and explore the colours without first following the joy promised by my gift?
Besides, I could hear Noah shouting at me. He was so rude. I was not being lazy! And how dare he call me a bumfuzzled butt-monkey? Oh! And no way was I going to let him call me that either! He’d crossed a serious line this time …