234. Dead Gods and Englishmen

I left Jenny in younger-me’s care and returned to the small room where our bodies were frozen in place. I was sitting on the bed with my eyes closed. Jenny, topless, sat beside me, staring at my face.

Objectively speaking, I don’t have an attractive face. It won’t make you throw up or anything, but I won’t be asked to model sunglasses any time soon.

What Jenny found so fascinating in me, I had no idea. It was flattering, of course, but you end up taking these things for granted.

I floated out of the room, passing through the door without having to open it. The corridor was lined with tentacles of varying sizes, covering the walls like a very organic plumbing system. As strange as it was to be in this adjacent world, I was getting used to it. There seemed to be a valuable lesson here. Something about familiarity leading to something something.

It was kind of a bonkers system, when you stopped to think about it. Things you hate, that terrify you, slowly lose t