Novel & Cerita Waiting Room Method Shifting

“Your body might be starting the shifting process, Sky. You can’t just discount discomfort.” I took her wrist and gently moved it away from my neck. “How about I try to make dinner and you tell me about how this whole thing works.” Her eyebrow went up. “Did you…did you not learn about shifting?” Pulling out a knife and cubing up the spam, I laughed. “I mean, you kind of tend to tune out things you don’t think you’re ever going to need. Plus, when everyone around us was shifting, we were pretty much on lock down to make sure we wouldn’t. Since it’s not a birthday thing, Father thought we might shift past the inhibitor.”

Just open and let someone come out and tell me she is okay. They stay closed. I hear him before I see him. Not his voice, the waiting room is too big for that. But there is a shift in the air near the entrance, the particular disruption of someone moving through a space with total focus and no interest in anything that isn't their destination. I turn toward the entrance.

His steps were slow and uneven as he fought the urge to barge back into that room and look at who was there. Distant shouting made Landon’s brain snapped out of its trance. “Hello?” Landon leapt behind a large metal case as the lights flicked on. His steps had returned to being weightless and silent as he heard their quick approach. Landon looked around, but couldn’t see anything except rows and rows of metal shipping containers. He silently cursed himself for being so distracted and giving his position away. As Voices and footsteps neared, Landon darted from his safe position and flattened himself behind a large metal shipping container closer to the back of the facility. He attempted to le

“Good morning, ma’am. Do you have an appointment?” “Yes,” I answered softly, giving her my details. She checked her computer and smiled. “Please take a seat. You’ll be called shortly.” I sat down, my hands clasped tightly together. Around me, people walked back and forth. Nurses moved quickly through the hallways. Machines beeped faintly in distant rooms. Time moved slowly. Too slowly. Finally, my name was called. I stood up and followed the nurse into the ward, my heartbeat growing louder with every step.

I stood at the front of them and looked at the range of faces, the accumulated decades and centuries in the room, the specific quality of people who had been existing carefully for long enough to have developed a considerable patience for waiting. “The waiting is done,” I said. “What Ethan has been building is ready to be used. We are the thing between what he has built and the moment he uses it. That means we move now, not when it’s comfortable, not when we have more information than we have.” I looked at them. “Be ready. The call will come within days and it will not come with a long lead time.” They dispersed.

Eyes on cargo are eyes not on the wall. I run the calculations. The shift change gap is eight minutes. I need twelve. The four minutes I've been trying to find for fourteen weeks have been the obstacle between a plan and an exit. I've been running every variable I have access to, trying to find them, but they weren't findable because I was looking in the wrong place. I've been trying to extend the gap itself, but the gap is fixed. The rotation is what it is and I can't change it. I've been trying to change the wrong variable.

Jennie I’ve been waiting patiently for Tyees' return. I hope the war meeting went well, and I hope Raiah is met with leniency. I like her very much and hope we can stay friends. While Tyee was in his meeting, I couldn’t sleep, so I wondered through the village and stopped to chat with some older ladies. They were all talking in their language, and some were weaving fabrics, while others were cooking. I approached them, and they all greeted me as Luna, but I can’t say it was welcoming. Still, I wanted to make the effort.

"Let's go sit in the waiting room." As if my body is on autopilot, I follow Kayla silently into the surgical waiting room. She keeps trying to make small talk while we wait for some answers but nothing that she says is registering in my mind. I can't think about anything else but Ward and the condition that he is in. "I heard you finally shifted," Kayla changes the subject for the thousandth time. Keeping my eyes focused on the double doors ahead of me, I simply nod my head in response.

Dante's Pov The waiting room had four plastic chairs and a vending machine that hummed too loudly. We had been there for thirty minutes. Valerie was beside me with her hands in her lap and her eyes on the middle distance. She was not pacing. She was not checking her phone. She was just sitting with the particular stillness that meant she was managing something significant and had decided this was not the place to do it publicly. "The asset transfers," I said. Not to start a conversation. Just to have something in the air.

The waiting is the continuation of the building. ---