...Again

The creamy white ceiling of his hotel room loomed over his head.

Lane blinked. Once, twice.

But it didn't work. It remained the same.

He was back in the hotel room he booked in country B. His connection with Xavier's body… broken.

So he died. Died again.

Why was it that when he really WANTED to survive, he always ended up dying anyway?

Although, he probably was the last person who had the right to complain.

With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself up, and dragged himself out of bed. No matter how he felt about it, what was done was done… So rather than dwell on it, he should focus on what to do next. He took a quick shower and went to the restaurant downstairs, as he considered his options.