Throwing the toast on a plate of fried eggs, I, as quickly as possible, got up from the table and immediately restrained a cry, dying and “shrinking” from pain.

"Leg!"

The pain continues to beat and pulsate, slowly subsiding somewhere in the back of consciousness. I listen to myself, closing my eyes, the energy flows catastrophically slowly, I need a storage device and urgently! I don’t have enough strength even for a short jump, if the threads of the portal thin out before I get to the right point, then I will be split: a leg will remain here, for example, and everything else will arrive at the final destination. ...