Across Worlds with You, Part 2 by Kit Campbell
Across Worlds with You, Part 2 by Kit Campbell Part 1 “Will? Will? Can you hear me?” Oh. He wasn’t dead. At least, not if the aching in his body meant anything. Gingerly, Will raised his head. He was lying on a tiled floor in a large hall of some kind where he’d definitely never been before. Beside him another man, his same age, knelt. He, like the hall, was also new. But, hey, not dead. And the dragging, hissing noise was nowhere to be heard. But, oh hell, his final. Dr. Frobisher had probably burned it. The man beside him wrung his hands. He was a lanky fellow who looked like a strong breeze would probably best him in a fight. “Can you hear me?” “Where am I?” Excellent, his voice worked too. The tile beneath him, and, indeed, all of him, was drenched. “Did you drag me in from outside? Which department is this?” “Oh, well,” the other man said. Then, instead of saying anything useful, he ran his hands through his hair, which served to make it stand up straight. Will managed to push himself up into a sitting position, only having a hand slip out from under him once. The hall was easily four stories tall, made out of a deep red stone that he hadn’t seen elsewhere on campus. Several stone columns held up the ceiling, and other archways led off, well, somewhere. It was fairly dark past the archways, making it hard to tell…