The gold token and wooden ring still were threaded on the chain around my neck. I might be able to use one of them to get out of here, but I was curious. My last thought before touching that data cloud had been about having a normal life. If Adam was the ghost of my past, was this to be the vision of my future?
I handed young Moran the tickets. Moving the beaded curtain to the tent aside, he motioned me in with a flourish.
A lone floor lamp cast a pale glow in the corner, but otherwise the tent was empty.
"Hello?"
Fabric rustled behind me. I spun around and -
I was in my office.
I ran a finger over the framed photo of Priya and me at our university graduation, frowning at the monitor with a highlighted passage of an insurance document on it. The Sherlock covers still hung on the wall but there was no dart board and no other desk, only the client chairs.