The boy, it seemed, was me, and this memory was painfully familiar.

"Aw, you were a pretty cute kid," Kenai sniggered. "What happened? They can't see you, by the way. You're just watching your own memory back like it's a movie. Neat, right?"

I barely heard him. Instead, all I could do was release a shaky breath as the voice that I never thought I would hear again hit the air.

"Why are you here, boy?"

Ready to answer, feeling a long-forgotten bubble of panic arise at his harsh, no-nonsense tone, it didn't ease even once it became apparent that it wasn't me of whom which he was speaking. Or,...