Justin was having a bit of difficulty sleeping due to the pain, so he sat in his bed and stared up at the ceiling.
What if Anya was right? What if he was just the latest in a group of dimensionally-displaced visitors that was permanently marooned in this dimension?
How could his father do this to him?
He stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think about being alone in this dimension for the rest of his life, but positive thinking wasn't helping just now.
He sighed and tried to get comfortable, hoping sleep might take him soon.
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