Chapter Thirty One

It's weird, dreaming in your dreamscape. It's hard to explain. It's like you're watching a movie of your life, a mix of your memories, thoughts, and dreams, all mixed in one.

I don't know what's real.

That's what the Doctor said, right? Not to trust my own mind?

Was I looking at my mind?

But I was thinking. Does that mean that I can't trust my own thoughts? But how am I going to think, or do anything? How am I supposed to-


"Hello Rissa."

I turned to my left. I knew this person. Who was this person?

"We don't have much time."

Much time for what? I tried to say it, but nothing came out when I opened my mouth.

"Listen to me. You need to change this."

Change what?

"This future is wrong. We need to fix this. You need to talk to Loki. You need to trust yourself."

But didn't the Doctor say not to trust myself.

"You need to trust yourself before it's too late."

"What happens when it's too late?" I finally managed to breathe out.

"You really don't want to know. But you need to fix this. You need to trust yourself, and you especially need to trust Loki."

You want me to trust a murderer.

"No matter what, you need to trust him. It's the only way to-"