Mikey paused for a moment, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him like a lead blanket.
It wasn't just about talking, or about theories and assumptions. If he wanted to change the course of events, he had to act.
But how was he supposed to alter a future he barely understood? And worse—how could he be sure that the chain of events unfolding before him wasn't the same one that led to his grim fate?
A shiver ran down his spine.
A brief but haunting vision of his body convulsing under a surge of lethal voltage flickered through his mind, vanishing in an instant yet leaving a paralyzing chill racing down his spine.
'No.'
His throat tightened as he clenched his fists.
'Damn it…! Why can't I come up with anything?! There has to be a way—there's always a way!'
