I'm dreaming.
I wake up, and my brother is sitting right next to me. Not Lobo, but Damon. Dark hair, lopsided smile, legs that branch out and sprawl in two different directions.
"Damon?"
Not telepathic like the video game speech I use. My real voice, coming out of my tiger's mouth.
He stares at me, and I glance wildly around, scattershot, to see if Lobo is there. And in a total surreal weird vision, Lobo lies within a few feet of me, ears flicking, dreaming wolf dreams.
I glance back at Damon. "What is this?"
"It's me trying to rescue you--"
I tense up. "Really?"
I know it's not allowed. I expect System to sound red alert klaxons and trap me in some kind of game cage, or cause a glitch so that I reset and have to replay the game all over again.
"Really." Damon exhales. "I know you're still in the coma--"
Wait. Wait. I'm in the coma? I'm not dead? System lied to me and showed me a fake vision? What is this even?
