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Where is he?
What happened?
Robert remembers reaching for the page that predicted his actions, only for some dark fucking cloud to appear behind him. And before he could react, it dragged him backwards, submerging him in dark, suffocating water before depositing him into this… indescribable, confusingly weird nightmare location.
And that is where Robert still finds himself. He doesn’t know where he is. Or how to escape. Or if escape is even possible.
Did Hemingway do this do him as revenge for Robert pursuing him?
Who even cares?
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Not now he’s trapped in this nightmare.