Chapter 30: Forgetting Ironing Boards

When Jasper opened his eyes, he saw he was falling. He saw the brown muddy land rise up, as the wind pulled his hair and clothes upwards. A scream was stuck in his throat, choking him. He couldn't breath.

The sky was a dull, grey above him, blanketing the entire land, and the wind was cold, slapping him, and raking its sharp, whipping nails down his bones, shocking them, from the inside out. He was damp, from sweat and drizzle, letting the cold hands of the wind grab onto him further, wrapping its arms around the exposed, gaunt skin of his torso and arms.

Jasper could barely hold onto the time machine, pressing its harsh edges into his soft, fleshy body, feeling more heat being sapped away from him.

It was so, so cold.

His fingers went numb, and he lost control of all his limbs.

Jasper watched the brown walls of a gorge fly up past him, on both his left and right sides, trapping him, encasing him within this cold prison.

He hit the ground.

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