After stuffing myself with food and lying down to sleep in my solitary cell, which I really fell in love with because, obviously, it was better than some parallel worlds with bitches going around biting or stabbing, I knew the time to go back was near.
My wounds had meanwhile scarred pink, and although the holes were not fully filled with new flesh but just a light membrane that instead haphazardly held my body together, they wouldn't turn life-threatening with a single movement.
I had just closed my eyes and was deep asleep when the next moment there was a change in the atmosphere—not the pressure that would cause you to pass out like when crossing a portal, but the difference between being indoors and outdoors, even if there was no fresh air or wind.
When you can just feel that you are under the sky, whatever sky it was.
My hand shot up instinctively, and when my eyes snapped open, I saw those bright blue eyes widen in absolute horror.