to head toward the D.A.B. He felt well rested even though he had lain awake all night. Life was sometimes weird like that, granting you small respites amidst the storm. It looked like it wouldn’t take more than an hour to walk to the D.A.B., but he was restless and fidgety as his thoughts kept coming back to what he had read about the Cinvat Bridge.Was that what I felt? Chris wondered. Some mystical alternate dimension that the God of time dwells in? He could not discredit the idea, no matter how hard he tried. It felt too right. There were weirder ideas than the thought that a civilization over four thousand years dead had come across some aspect of the universe now long forgotten. And again, it felt right to his intuition.Something remained there, beyond the edge of everything else, some bridge or tunnel that somehow cut through space and time. How the hell had he been able to find it? Why hadn’t other people been able to use it? The thought plagued him as he walked through the lobby.
