Stories at the Crossroad. (completed)
Suit calmed himself down and fixed his suit, dusting off unknown dirt from it.
“Your soul, Anderson. Your soul.” Seeing Anderson still confused, Suit explained rather impatiently. “While it is truly a waste of energy to transport your whole body, it is quite easy to drop your soul into your, well, “you”, in whichever world without getting noticed.” Suit finished his explanation, returning to the smile on his face.
“Whichever world?”