The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Reflections in the mirror

The Ghost-van dropped them off in front of the Bronx Botanical Park. Murmur was right, the heat was intense and close to 35°C/95°F. It wasn't the best time to go for a walk in the heat, but it was the safest for them. The two Cerberus in their canine form walked by them, loosely held on a leash. Misery was very protective of Griffin and walked close to his hip. The demon didn't mind though. The two men, wearing caps and sunglasses, hurried past the public area with its landscaped gardens, statues and greenhouses and into the forest, leaving the park's boundaries. Few people came, perhaps because the path was restricted with a very old rune of remoteness? Anyway, if you really wanted to go there, you could pass without any problem. So they left the elaborate gardens and the wide, open paths for the undergrowth with its sometimes uncertain tracks. It was cool under the canopy. The two men walked without hurrying and without talking. Griffin listened to nature. He relaxed. Tragedy, in the form of Tyler's canine form, nipped at his brother, training him to chase after him. Griffin smiled at the growl of his Cerberus who, caught up in the game, began to chase Tragedy. Man sighed.

- How are you? Still got a headache?

Griffin bit his lip as the Psychic looked on in concern. He nodded, however, and rubbed his temple.

- No more, no less.

They could hear the dogs barking further away. Man continued.

- Murmur grows more and more suspicious.

Gwen shook his head.

- He doesn't suspect it was me who stayed.

- But he doesn't believe in shock amnesia either.

- He wonders why Gwen didn't say anything about his involvement in Griffin's extraction. But since Gwen is not devious or manipulative, he doesn't know what to think.

- You'll have to have that conversation with him.

Griffin pushed back his overly long hair that was sticking to the back of his neck.

- I know. I should have been more careful.

Man sighed.

- You should have told us you were there from the lab.

Griffin gritted his teeth, without answering. Then he continued

- Have you heard from Sytry? He's the one who manages the flows, does he really not know what's going on on the other side?

Man stretched to pick up a leaf and plucked it as he walked.

- It's madness. For every ten that get through, one is contaminated with gunpowder and goes on a rampage as soon as it hits the ground on Earth. It's getting harder and harder to hide the killings, especially when it's from wilderness rifts.

Griffin shoots a root.

- But he can't interrogate anyone? they're not all dead!

Man laughed.

- It's one of the rules. It's impossible for Creatures to talk about the In-Between Worlds when they cross. Even you couldn't talk about it, could you?

Griffin closed his mouth. Indeed, what Gwen had seen was only dreams and confused memories.

- I thought... I was the one who couldn't talk because of...

Man smiled at him.

- This is the magic of the Weft. It protects both worlds. The space-time difference and the blocking and limiting of powers are the main powers.

- Yet we intervened with a kid who had spent a year on the other side and they were able to talk.

Man shrugged.