Jack
A kaleidoscope of images swirled around Jack. People, places, times fought, merged, and separated yet again. He stumbled while his stomach churned, and his head was full of gravel. His mind rode a merry-go-round in a funhouse of mirrors.
He clenched his eyes shut, but that didn't help the whirling or nausea. What was happening? A resurgence of Beth's potion? No, this was different. A million televisions played, paused, reversed, and fast-forwarded all at the same time.
Voices echoed in the distance, but he couldn't make out the words. One thing kept bouncing around in his head: he must keep Zarna from getting the voodoo doll.
He forced his eyes open. The multiple screens in his mind blurred and faded, but he could still see them in his mind's eye, zipping at the edges of his vision.
"Are you okay?" Adeline held a knife over a cluster of garments on the floor.
"Yeah." His words scraped along his raw throat.