The door into operations was locked, of course, and didn’t open for me. An alert was on, per the pulsing red light that started flashing on the wall.
I hyperjumped through the doorway and into what appeared to be a meeting of the command staff. Only Cobb wasn’t there. Just a bunch of high-ranking officials, some from the military, others from the government. Sitting in Cobb’s customary place at the head of the table was…
Jorgen? In an admiral’s uniform? Well, he appeared to be the same age as before, so that was good. I hadn’t gotten lost in time. The uniform felt like it should matter to me, but for now I hyperjumped over next to his seat. He stood up immediately.
Jorgen was tall. So inconveniently tall. Wide-eyed, with that too-perfect face that I’d always considered punchable. Because deep down, I’d probably always recognized it as kissable. He watched me with concern—but fortunately not fear—as I gingerly placed Doomslug and Hesho on the table, sending Vice Admiral Lawkins scrambling out of her chair, mouth and eyes agape.
I smiled at Jorgen.
Then fainted into his arms.
* * *
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I woke up with a splitting headache. I lay on the couch in the lounge beside the conference room—a room that Cobb had decorated in darker colors with some actual wooden furniture.
Jorgen hovered nearby. I groaned, trying to clear my mind from the very extended dream. I’d been…in a place where time didn’t matter, and I’d been a pirate. I loved that specific dream; I had it all the time, and…
Oh. Wait.
“Spensa?” Jorgen asked, kneeling beside the couch. “Are you…feeling better?”
“Blaaaar,” I said. “My mouth feels like someone used it to dispose of rotting algae paste. Is there anything to drink?”
He smiled. Scud, it was a beautiful sight. I put a hand to my head and pulled it away to find it covered in white chalk. It was on the couch, and…
Yup. All of that happened.
“How long has it been since I left?” I asked him.
“About six weeks.”
Exactly what M-Bot’s chronometer had said in the nowhere. That was good, though I felt a pang of loss at the thought. How was I going to help him? How was I going to get him back?
Then something else occurred to me. Far less important, but more immediate. “Oh no,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut and putting the heels of my palms to them.
“What?” Jorgen asked.
“Did I really…swoon?”
He chuckled.
Oh, scud. I had. Me. Like some dainty woman wearing a corset.
“If you prefer,” he said, “think of yourself as a grand warrior hero stumbling home from the battlefield to her companions and collapsing from her wounds.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, opening my eyes. The red light was still flashing. “Um, is that because of me?”
He glanced at it. “Well, when you appeared out of nowhere, covered in white dust, wandering the halls like a ghost…it troubled some people.”
“They should expect that sort of thing from me.”
“Spensa,” he said, “your eyes were glowing white. Like…”
Like one of them.
Oh, scud. I kind of was one of them. I felt like me, mostly, but my soul had changed. Somehow melded with the delver that had been Chet. I could feel its experience and understanding attached to my own.
That…was kind of a big deal. Of the sort I really didn’t want to think through right now. How was I going to tell my boyfriend that half of me was now an interdimensional eldritch abomination from outside time and space? At the very least, was there maybe a less silly way of wording that?
Or maybe there was something else more important to explain first. “Jorgen,” I said. “I did it. It was really hard, but I did it.”
“Did what, exactly?” he asked. “Got back to us?”
“More than that,” I said. “I found their secrets. I snuck…into the dragon’s den…and I scudding stole its golden cup.”
He grinned. “I have no idea what that means, but I like how much you sound like yourself when saying it.”
“It means that somewhere in my brain—and the things I can explain about the past of the delvers—is the solution to defeating them. They’re scared of me, Jorgen. More now than ever.”
“That’s good,” he said. “Because we’re in kind of a spot here…”
“What kind of spot?”
“I’ll explain,” he said, “but first I should go reassure everyone else that we’re not under a delver attack. Can you wait a little bit? We have a ton to talk about.”